[ luckily silena comes from the one place where magical people aren't on some list somewhere because their godly parents sometimes can't even be bothered to admit they exist. (maybe that's unluckily.)
silena pours herself another glass of water when the pitcher arrives, offering the waitress a smile that could end wars. or start them as her mother would prefer. she downs this glass like a parched camel as well, pouring another glass that she finally just sips at as the smile flutters away and she comes back to thinking about the state of things. ]
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silena pours herself another glass of water when the pitcher arrives, offering the waitress a smile that could end wars. or start them as her mother would prefer. she downs this glass like a parched camel as well, pouring another glass that she finally just sips at as the smile flutters away and she comes back to thinking about the state of things. ]
I have sisters, I'm not used to privacy.