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Andhun gazed up at the young girl in a bit of disbelief. Give her regards to the plate? It was sheer madness. Yet he thought her rather pretty, and her brown hair fell in shining waves over her shoulders, and he felt a smile coming to his face when he considered what the plate's answer to her well wishes might be. Still he was confused about waht to say, however, and as Cynan came walking (he had been following Harstan for quite some time, throwing rocks at him) in he gestured to him with his good hand. Cynan skipped obligingly over to the table and when he saw the girl he looked a little bit shy but not completely baffled. He touched his forelock in a polite manner, spun in a circle, and finished with a flourished bow, his head nearly touching the ground.
Andhun gazed in wondered amusement at his friend, thinking how fortunate he had been to be found by such a boy. Cynan was a sweet, friendly lad but nothing short of energy and mischief. He followed him with his eyes; Cynan had left the table and was cautiously approaching the dog called Grimm, looking very grave though his grey eyes twinkled. Grimm growled softly... not in a menacing, threatening way but in a little playful way, for he saw that Cynan was up to mischief. Cynan gave a little yelp of mock fear and danced away, and then he advanced slowly again, and when Grimm sprang forward he giggled madly and knelt down to stroke the dog, smiling in a friendly way up at his mistress.
Smiling one last time over Cynan's absurdities, Andhun turned back to the girl and saw that she had also been smiling, though he could not say if it was because of Cynan or not. Cynan felt that he should desperately like to please her, but he did not know how. In confusion he remembered that she had spoken to him, but he could not recall what she had said. As his confusion mounted he felt desperate and dropped his eyes from her gaze... they fell on the plate sitting before him, and he brightened.
"The plate accepts your regards with good will, miss, and returns them tenfold."
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