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"Reminds me of home", a voice said behind Erylla, like the low drumming of a bell.

Grayle was never too far from the young lady. She stepped out from the shadows of the curtains as if she had just been summoned out of thin air. And her soft footsteps rarely, if ever, made the slightest sound. A cat would be more likely to make noise than the woman from the far east.

Though Grayle had only been in service to the Glaerys household for a brief time, she had found somewhat of a friend in the young daughter. She had come from Asshai to the Freehold only to be picked up in employment during the strangest of coincedences by one of the many prominent Dragonlord families.

Her miscoloured eyes seemed to glimmer in at the sight of the lava, before they looked at Erylla. "Not the living fire, mind you, my dear. But the colors of it all. The grey, the black and the red. It is such a beautiful combination."