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Bregoware
A hiss of air escaped between Eostre's teeth. Was Meghan always going to be so persistantly willing to step in to speak for everyone, or was that just a personality defect? But she resisted the urge to speak up in frustration, letting the conversation carry on around her as she considered both the proposition and the desire to get so frustrated...
No.
"Master Osmond," she finally said, her voice hardly betraying the hint of frustration she felt at being interrupted before she could even open her mouth to speak, "you were given the papers. In essence, that makes you our leader. It does not mean you have to lead, if you feel uncomfortable doing so, whatwith us being mere farmers." She couldn't help it. The sarcastic cynicism cut into her voice, vaguely mocking Meghan. "We appear to have a remarkably diverse group. Though you be the most important member of our party, if you feel uncomfortable in the lead, we could take turns. I would, if you'd rather it." And if it'll avoid my having to communicate with those appearing to be naive.
The speech had been a long one from her, but she had been cut off both attempts to speak. Why not actually speak a fairly long segement?
Digging around in her pack, she produced an apple left from breakfast, and bit into it thoughtfully.
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