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His words slithered betwixt his lips like a serpent seeking its prey. His every movement emphasized power and control; flowing, angelic, and intelligent. Graceful was the word that came to Ithica’s mind. He looked over his shoulder at her occasionally, light glinting in his yellow eyes. He was, she thought, beautiful. “I must say,” he stopped, “that the cherry blossoms are quite beautiful.” Xaul sighed. “So dark, the black petals, yet so very enjoyable to behold.” “Indeed, they truly are,” Said Ithica cheerfully. “You fit right in, Xaul.” She smiled. He strode backward, smil