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Alessio moved closer to Nithel, and his heart warmed, eyes gaining some peace. Happiness.

Then the youth spoke, in just a whisper. His eyes were careful, testing as they stared at him. “If you treat yourself like you’re worth nothing you’ll attract people who believe it.”

Nithel looked down, heart swirling. Was he believing that for himself, or me? Nithel’s eyes narrow with a small sadness as Alessio looks to Jericho. He believed it for anyone.

Nithel tries to focus on Jericho, for he cares about her. He tries but he’s stuck thinking about that word from Alessio. Considering. He hesitantly looks back to his friend, Do you wish to speak to me Alessio? His eyes ask, but the youth doesn’t look at him readily. He would ask him when it would not be rude.

Jericho finished her tale. Of space travel, Fie! May it never come to pass, a farmer, and a villain, and the villain’s mentor, before he became a villain. A regular suspense. Very intriging. 

Then Brendin made an excuse. Pity seized Nithel’s chest. He didn’t remember? Nithel’s eyes lowered, and he considered a moment.

Then Alessio began to speak.

Nithel smiled inside, listening. Expecting something grand. Then the fire began to move.

Nithel’s eyes widened, and his heartbeat quickened. Noy. That- The flames almost touched the ceiling, then they died. Almost to embers, but not quite. The tree destroyed. How… awful. 

Happy. Happy. Happy.

Then the dragon spoke, low and rumbly. Yes. Nithel thought, staring at the fire. I wish to hear. 

But he glanced to Alessio, whispering, “Would you like to speak my friend?”

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