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Mistral
"Two days!" ~ They're going to be the longest ones I've known... ~ Wretchedness tearing at her, she draws a long breath of air, trying to regain her composure ~ "I do not care for any labels that others might throw at me, Kala." ~ Her voice somewhat cold ~ "Yet I bear you no grudge, for you probably mean well." ~ Tilting her head skyward, she stares that the moon.
Is it your will, Silas? That I should wait here for you? ~ The folds of the emerald green cloak flapping in the sudden gust of wind ~ Send me a sign, my love... ~ Feeling her energy draining away ~ ... send me a sign, and I... I will try to please you. ~ Cheeks trembling, she continues to strain her senses, eager for enlightenment.
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