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The lights danced across her face as she laughed with the patrons. Her hair seemed to be aflame in the dim lighting, and those eyes of hers shone like emeralds in the night. A pint of Guinness sat precariously close to falling from her grasp, but she held it steady, a mischievous glint playing across her features.
The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as Allondra spun through the pub with a carefree abandon that was truly captivating. Her body seemed to be made for movement - those long legs of hers could dance up a storm, she was sure of it.
A soft smile played at the corners of her mouth as she raised the pint in a silent toast to the patrons around her. "Sláinte!" she whispered softly into the air, the word echoing through the crowded space like magic.
