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Originally Posted by
Krel Ansell 
Daisy glanced up at Damien once he started talking, but as he wasn’t looking at her, she put her head in her hand and leaned her elbow on her knee and watched Astrid try to imitate a Chinese dragon as she listened. (Astrid was failing miserably.)
“Was she an older lady?” she asked casually, in a way that made it sound inquisitive and caring but not nosey. She didn’t know much about Ireland, having spent most of her own life in Romania on a Dragon preserve watching her mother work with breeding dragons and beating up her older brothers.
Damien's finger lingered on the spine of a book. A book that didn't offer anything for him -- Daisy's question didn't
exactly catch him off guard, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Not really, no," he replied, finally turning around to look at her, appearing to curiously watch her (was it a pet?). Daisy was the kind of person to not have a care in the world. He tilted his head curiously, wishing he could have the same mindset. Perhaps all that's happened to him was just odd and simply that. But for some reason occupied so many thoughts, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.
"She's probably no older than early 40's," he added, running his hand thorugh his hair, walking back to Daisy. He leaned against the bookshelf across from her and slid down to the floor.