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Diseridi Maraja

by NonAnalogue

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NonAnalogue Pascale smirked. “You’re starin’, ‘Lina.”

“I- I’m doing no such thing!” Kalina said, feeling heat rising in her cheeks.

The woman in front of them paid their conversation no heed. “I am Diseridi Maraja. I assume you are to be my guides to this…” She looked around, then concealed a laugh behind her fan. “This ‘city,’ as you so quaintly refer to it?”

“Yep, got it in one, Dizzy,” Pascale said with a grin.

The smile behind the fan abruptly gave way to a frown.