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Chapter  Nine The next morning Iridia woke before everyone, including the sun, as usual. She stretched and stood, smiling at the morning; "Ahh... Good morning world, I feel so refreshed," she whispered more to herself more than anyone else. Her eyes wandered around the room, resting for a moment on one individual in particular, the young thief called Toma. Looking as if he had been thrown into his current sleeping postion made Iridia giggle quietly. Upon closer inspection he was slightly tangled in the chain that bound him to Max, and his hair fell in front of his eyes. 'So cute... I know he's a thief, but he's such a sweet, wonderful per