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[glow=black,2,000]the Enchantress[/glow]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; height: 273px; width: 230px][size=7pt]Diana cracked a grin at Regina's quip, but otherwise was mildly upset, like something was on her mind. She opened her mouth to say something but then paused, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes. The young woman leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You really don't know about me, do you?" She pondered. "The fairies said they wouldn't say any thing but you... I expected you to have figured it out by now." The younger brunette shook her head in something akin to irritation, leaning back in her chair again before standing. "I should go." She decided, grabbing her bag and hurriedly packing up what little she had brought with her. She had no idea how Regina would react to being in the same room as Rumplestiltskin's daughter. "It's late and I need to get dinner anyway, I can work on the potion from home and I'm sure you're tired and Emma probably wants to know you and the baby is alright." Babbling, a sure sign that she was worried, and proof that she was running from telling Regina something. "I'll just go." With that she pulled on her jacket and took a step towards the exit of the tomb. |


