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Why? Why was this happening to her? Why has she been unable to control her drowish violence. She lifted a hand and ran her fingers slowly through her wafting hair and sighed, a flourish of bubbles exiting out her nose. Calethis had no right to blame her for anything. He didn't understand the fact that her drow heritage was constantly fighting to take her over. She shook her head and stroked up to the surface, pulling herself out. As she walked around to their camp she saw Calaethis kneeling, his head bowed in some sort of prayer. She snorted and shook her head, continuing to their camp. She passed heedlessly by Kaltia and went over to Zachana, who was in her miniature form at the time, and picked her up, holding her close.
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