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ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡIn Upscale Iɴ Bᴀʟᴛɪᴍᴏʀᴇ, MᴀʀʏʟᴀɴᴅWɪᴛʜ Aᴍᴀʀʏʟʟɪs Aɴᴅ EʟɪᴊᴀʜUNEDITED

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ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ
In Upscale Iɴ Bᴀʟᴛɪᴍᴏʀᴇ, Mᴀʀʏʟᴀɴᴅ
Wɪᴛʜ Aᴍᴀʀʏʟʟɪs Aɴᴅ Eʟɪᴊᴀʜ
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⩇⩇: • ࿇「 ⊱AMARYLLIS LEXINGTON⊰ 」࿇ • :⩇⩇⩇⩇: • ࿇  「 ⊱THE TAMARANEAN⊰ 」 ࿇ • :⩇⩇⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ┈・┈ ࿇  「 ⊱ ✿ ⊰ 」 ࿇ ┈・┈ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇⩇⩇:⩇ ┈・┈ ࿇「 ⊱ ✿ ⊰ 」࿇ ┈・┈

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⩇⩇: • ࿇「 ⊱AMARYLLIS LEXINGTON⊰ 」࿇ • :⩇⩇
⩇⩇: • ࿇ 「 ⊱THE TAMARANEAN⊰ 」 ࿇ • :⩇⩇
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ┈・┈ ࿇ 「 ⊱ ✿ ⊰ 」 ࿇ ┈・┈ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇
⩇⩇:⩇ ┈・┈ ࿇「 ⊱ ✿ ⊰ 」࿇ ┈・┈

WALKING DOWN THE ILLUMINATING STREET OF SOUTH BALTIMORE, Amaryllis couldn't help but nervously stare at her heeled feet, never having expected herself to be here especially not with someone like Elijah.

The pair having finished their dance, dinner, and dessert before they'd left and decided to walk the vibrant city streets, where soon after Elijah had offered her his jacket.

The man unaware of Amaryllis's ability to withstand even the coldest of temperatures, although the woman was unable to voice that as the original to her left had suddenly draped it over her shoulders before she could realize.

"So tell me more about yourself." Elijah suggested as the pair walked, his left thumb light running over Amaryllis's left hand that was tucked into the crook of his right.

And hearing his words, Amaryllis could only offer a shrug of her shoulders as she didn't feel there was much about herself that was interesting enough to reveal.

Other than the abnormalities of her genealogy and species, something she was entirely unwilling to bring up at the moment.

"There isn't much to know," Amaryllis shrugged partly knowing that other than her above average genetics, she had a pretty bland life. "my mom disappeared when I was thirteen..."

She trailed off softly willing to voice apart of herself that she didn't often share with others, however she didn't want or feel the need to mention the tamaranean side of her genealogy.

"My dad went through a lot after she left," She continued tucking a one of her locs behind her ear, whilst they continued to walk down the pavement. "so I've been taking care of him since then."

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