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Chani shrugged, tensely running her fingers through her horse's flaxen mane. Her gaze was distant and impatient at the same time. She had no ideas for potential destinations, but wherever they were going, the sooner they got there the better. She could not wait to just find a place to shed the distasteful skin she'd grown in the past four years.
Her posture somewhat rigid, she craned her neck to look at Deiter. Her dark blonde hair, grown down nearly to her hips over the years, moved gently on the breeze. As she looked at him, she could not help but feel some semblence of tenderness, but there was no indication of these feelings in her tone as she plainly muttered, "I really don't care, as long as it's nowhere I've been before."
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