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“Right, so I will do this which will instruct her to lay down.”
Arwin sighed internally while leaning his head back against the seat. He had spent the past twenty minutes since they left the palace listening to Vaegon talk to Nora who occasionally answered back in her somewhat timid voice but seemed really interested in and occasionally humoured by what his brother was saying. Vaegon had always been pretty outgoing and outspoken compared to Arwin who kept to himself and focused more on learning spells and studying than making friends. They were born just a year apart, which was a very small gap given how long elves lived, but they were pretty much nothing alike apart from their hair colour. Vaegon had a way of making people feel comfortable with him and dragging them out of their s
