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"...Nao."


His voice was calm.

Serene.



As if it was a part of the soft howling of the wind.


His words were honest.

Like his name's meaning was.




"Hmm...?"

She had wondered what the word that he spoke of was.


"That's my name."


He stretched his hand forward.

"Nice to meet you, Hana."


She clasped his hand with a smile.


"Nice to meet you too, Nao."

A Tale of Two FeathersOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora