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[Cyprin]

An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind  How sweet it is to still be doted on, to be loved. Each and everyday, Cyprin vibrates with joy as mother and father both place kisses on her forehead. Her brother is slightly rougher, but affectionate nonetheless, before bidding them all farewell and leaving to tend his kingdom. This is the only life that Cyprin knows: adoration and shelter. She only truly knows Loess, and more specifically, the cave in which she was born. A few of her family members lurk within it. It undoubtedly has a beautiful view of Loess, but Cyprin’s reclusive nature has strained her ties with the kingdom. She knows no one except her kin and Meraxes. By finding so much comfort in the familiar embrace of her parents, she didn’t have the urge to reach out and explore until lately. It has stunted her social growth, but still she tries as she slips away from home into the meadow where there are rolling hills and blooming flowers. Her floaty musings are distracted by the opalescent man standing – no, brooding – only a short ways away. Although her mind is leery, her heart inclines her interest in his favor and guides her step by step into his presence. Her draconic eyes ripple between colors as uncertainty swallows her. ”Hello,” her voice is delicate and warm and just speaking the one word elicits a small surge of confidence. Her gaze simmers to match her coat. ”I hope what’s going on will soon pass,” his frustration is nearly tangible, but she doesn’t make an attempt to pry. Instead, she diverts to the one thing she knows how to do. ”I’m Cyprin,” her gunmetal eyes flicker across his curiously, somehow noting familiarities before leveling back on his face. ”You have a pretty coat,” like Briella, she muses. Cyprin lior and nayl

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@[Santana]