[ Pyra notices her gaze with a curious tilt of her head, for she has never seen it upon Era before (not that, of course, she has known her long). But her eyes, rimmed with light, are soft, fond, sweet, the corners of which crinkling with grace, her lips curling in a smile so slight and gentle it might as well have been painted with watercolor.
She follows where Era's eyes trail from the food she covets before her to across the room...
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She follows where Era's eyes trail from the food she covets before her to across the room...
Oh. ]