She grinned at the flattery and shifted a bit closer. "Such a wicked tongue you have."
A tuck of a long lock of hair over her hair as she shook her head. "Pigeons are what some of us call those that the Francs follow. Our wars are your wars, and vice a verse. They are like us but call themselves angels."
A bit of a sniff as she shook her head. "They are rather full of themselves."
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A tuck of a long lock of hair over her hair as she shook her head. "Pigeons are what some of us call those that the Francs follow. Our wars are your wars, and vice a verse. They are like us but call themselves angels."
A bit of a sniff as she shook her head. "They are rather full of themselves."