Amyn stood up shakily. Phew...It's only Senouce. she thought. Noticing one of the group seemed to be injured, she ran to him.
"I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you. It is only my pet." She gripped him by the shoulders and pulled him up with her strong arms. She was aware of many eyes upon her, but did not blush. The red hair seemed strangly familiar.
Amyn grabbed him, spun him around and looked at her friend. The one she thought was dead. She let go, causing him to stagger backwards and put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh, but it can't be! But it is! Sorell, it is you! And I am so glad for it!" Amyn's silver eyes shone brightly with happiness.
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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