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"They tried to break my spirit, but it has become a sword; now I will cut through their lies and deceit." ~Araneae Ruber.
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ARCHIBALD GRIPPED her waist and stun her around much to her surprise. She giggled as she tried to balance her hand on his shoulders.
"Yes, you did. At your first training too." He praised. Finally letting her down, she smiled happily at his praises.
He snapped his fingers as he urged her excitedly. "Now, turn it back to its liquid form."
She nodded and stared at it, sifting her spiritum into it. First the cup came back to normal and then little drips of water slid down from its edges as it slowly began to melt, with little cool water melting from the bottom.
Taking the melted ice wine from her hands, Archibald turned it in his hands and nodded. It was warm in his hands.
"Good, good." He praised.
