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Nakka held the door for Lilac and beckoned with soft, sensitive eyes. She looked around the yard one more time, a sort of reassurance, or was she looking for an escape route should it prove necessary? Probably not, the files reported Nakka a kind and gentle man; maybe she was in shock? The yard had jarred her visual sensibilities that were informed by an inherent and persuasive tendency to obsessive-compulsive disorder, or order would be more appropriate, and this yard was contradictory to her disposition. She had no life experience on how to deal with her consternation, not just the jumble of the yard, but also her mode of entrance, and a horse? Her mind could not even begin to think about how she would instil a regime of calculated discipline to the yard, but had already considered ho
