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Gav gave the sucker a loud slurp and watched the deer-what did Pine call it? Maia right?-move through the field. “So if you live here, where do you sleep?”
Pine smiled, almost feeling amused at the question. “Anywhere around here, really.” She announced, continuing to keep a close watch on her deer friend. “Although, some may say it could be dangerous…” The girl paused for effect, “It’s not that bad.” She gulped.
Except for other, less kind, mythological beings that like to pass through here.