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Isaura
She clutches the horn tightly as she hears Gold Top's hoofs trotting back towards the party. What a strain it is not to turn back! Yet...I mustn't give in just like that. ~ Tiredly, she walks on, stumbling as drowsiness finally hits her.
At long last, when the world is a complete blur and aches assault her feet mercilessly, she halts and finds a nearby shrub. Lying down, she closes her eyes and is fast asleep...
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