Finished 6:45.
Araziel
was still standing there frozen when the man approached her, holding
out a hand for her to shake. When she did come back to her senses she
was barely able to mumble out, “Who are you? What are you?” The
man cocked his head to the side, looking far too dog-like to not make
Araziel uncomfortable, and studied her carefully. “I go by many
names,” he said after a moment, “but I suppose you can call me
Aengus.” He was still holding out his hand for Araziel to shake,
and she took it tentatively, never meeting his eyes.
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