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As she enters the cleft, she pushes back the hood of her Warder's Cloak, and lightly taps her staff to the rocks... The moonstone set in the top of her rowan staff glows gently, and her eyes cast silver light forward.... Silver tears roll down her cheeks as she spots the owls lying on the ground.
She stops, reaching out with an ungloved hand, and holds one in her palm, softly singing it and its mates to the sky... She gently lays the owl back down, and stands.......
She raises her hand to the platinum bracer around her neck, stroking the moonstone set there, her eyes filled with pain and rage.....
She tilts her head to the side as a faint whisper comes from the very air.... She listens, then shakes her head, slamming her staff to the rocks again, and whispers back
"How dare you....... How dare you desecrate what is already been desecrated..... How do you know me? The windbringer? He would never have anything to do with you....... And why do I feel I know you?.......Be warned, Wind.......I will not be played with......"
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