Blushing, Blythe moved to accept the proffered handkerchief, sheepishly having removed her finger from her lips and pressing the digit into the fabric instead.
"It's such an honour," the young witch began carefully. "I worry that I won't be able to do it justice." Especially not with a hundred eyes upon her. Especially not when she yearned so entirely to be anywhere but there.
"It's such an honour," the young witch began carefully. "I worry that I won't be able to do it justice." Especially not with a hundred eyes upon her. Especially not when she yearned so entirely to be anywhere but there.
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