Really? The more we know... [ She trails off in a murmur, enjoying his company and the pleasant walk. It's not often she's quiet, her usual energies spent flitting all over like a hummingbird, asking every kind of question. Her parents had indulged her too much, some said, letting her fill her head with such ideas, but she was too happy they had, and that she might have found such fulfilment with her work and her shop. ]
But there is more, no? [ Is that mischief in her green eyes? Sofia rests a hand on his arm, a gentle urge to continue his tour. This is an adventure, Ezio! ]
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But there is more, no? [ Is that mischief in her green eyes? Sofia rests a hand on his arm, a gentle urge to continue his tour. This is an adventure, Ezio! ]