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Gin nodded, coming out of the lock, “You look like the Avai version of my Royal Protection guards in the Flower Guard.”

“How many armies do you have?” the Red Rider asked as Gin wiped her hands on a different petal that was falling off of her gown.

“We don’t have armies, we have regiments,” She explained, sitting on his hand for a breather, “There’s the Flower Guard, which is mainly for Pixies, and the Changeling Soldiers, but there’s even more species. The elves have a hierarchy of bloodlines, and the petal fae are handmaidens.”

Gin started to braid her hair in a five-strand plait, resting.