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"Shall we go now, Isabeau?" ~ Mistral whispers softly to her familiar. Isabeau blinks her eyes and rests contentedly in her arms. Her heart now as light as the wings of a butterfly, she gets up and returns to the inner sanctum of the temple...
Half an hour later, she emerges from the temple, thoroughly cleaned up and ready to go. Isabeau continues in her comfortable position of being embraced, savouring every moment of their closeness.
Casting a gentle smile at her hawk, she looks up and begins walking towards her destination...
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