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“Sweetling,” Hadiyya drapes herself across the nearest chaise lounge, the back of her hand pressed delicately to her forehead. Her voice is airy and delicate, a melodic statement underlying everything about her. A single eye opens to watch Orianna and she continues with a smirk: “It has been far too long. I require affection immediately, or I daresay I shall perish. Shrivel to a frail husk and wither away.”









