[Mara is minding her own business, largely ignoring the most drunken knots in the crowd. She's not drinking anything, and is one of the few unadorned by ribbons. She sees a face in the half-light, and she recognizes it. One of the men who helped with Ilde's recent mission.]
[It's familiar from somewhere else as well. It's not as dark as before, and he tugs at her memory until she catches it-- he was one of the men present at Murphy's would be execution.]
[Anger flares in Mara, and it might be noticeable through the Nest's bond. She doesn't care. Mara goes over and quickly snatches one of the ribbons off the boy, but when he catches her eye, she doesn't look like she wants a kiss.]
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[It's familiar from somewhere else as well. It's not as dark as before, and he tugs at her memory until she catches it-- he was one of the men present at Murphy's would be execution.]
[Anger flares in Mara, and it might be noticeable through the Nest's bond. She doesn't care. Mara goes over and quickly snatches one of the ribbons off the boy, but when he catches her eye, she doesn't look like she wants a kiss.]
We should talk. [Her voice is cold.]