Shhhhh…
Quincy was not a brave Nymdrya. His whole life-–short though it may currently be-–he’d been motivated primarily by fear and anxiety. He was jumpy, easily upset, constantly nervous; his voice trembled when he spoke, and he often kept his arms clutched close to his chest. Everything seemed so big and so threatening compared to him. He was so, so small and the world was so vast.
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