Helena stopped abrubtly, causing Thomas to bump into her; which produced a muffled giggle on his part. She hushed him, the spry, mischievious smirk on her face growing. The raven's feather twirled in her hand
"Keep quiet, Tom. You'll ruin everything..." she whispered, unable to hide the bright glint of her eyes.
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