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...Mistral...
~She nodded her head slowly, tracing the hem of her own cloak slowly with one finger.~ "Tis an old and rather silly tradition, Ancarak might not have meant anyting by it... But I will tell you regardless." ~She sighed, looking hopefully to her navy cape.~ "I will not bore you with symbolic colors and flowery translations." ~She gazed at Silas' shawl, the green of his eyes.~ "He gave you an emerald underneath the new moon." ~She smiled softly at you.~ "When and if he comes back... He intends to marry you." ~She shrugged, turning back to the pond.~ "Silly old tradition though. I'm sure Damian isn't just hoping to see me in heaven..." ~Her voice broke off and she turned her gaze away.~
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