The sun is starting its afternoon descent, and Emmeline's settled on Emieth's couch, her hair still dripping and clothes slightly damp. She's Emmeline this afternoon, rather than Lili; it varies by mood, how she references herself. The green dragonet has long been sprawled on her lifemate's cot, soaking her outline in oil onto the reeded mattress
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