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The sound of his padded posterior impacting the crib mattress seemed to immediately alert somebody. Loud footsteps approached the nursery, before the door was opened by a woman. Her hair was done in a long, blond ponytail that was done under her shoulder. She didn't wear much armor, but some gems on the nipples of her breastplate seemed to project a kind of magic field over her exposed body. She had green, catlike eyes, and her body was largely unblemished save a scar that ran from her eyebrow to her cheek.
"Has my little whelp awoken from his deep slumber?" She teased, making her way over to the crib and leaning over the railing.
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