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[OPEN] birds flying high [Aurora Basin Festival Invitations]

Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#1

Lena & Imogen


The bright, cheery wave of Orangemoon – with its flickering sonnets, with its vigilant, chilling wind spiraling from the North, varnished them in a determined glow. Perhaps the world, the season, knew of their passion, their zest, their ardor for the upcoming mission, courted and coated their movements, their motions, with the capacity for zealousness, for both Songbird and fox held their heads high, driving their crowns into the coiling breeze, awakened, fulfilled. With the change in the air, with the alteration from summer to autumn, came a promise cresting with the horizon – one of wonder, one of celebration, one of prestige, beauty, and majesty, and they spiraled their strides to match its decree, to share the splendor with the rest of the world.
 
They descended from the mountains, crossed over lines of shivering trees and foreign soil, raced along the skyline and embraced soft, light conversation with their resident Thief; merry, ebullient, a portion of cordial essence and eager, vibrant fervency. The nymph forged onward with the blighted memories of another time where she’d committed the same actions with another (a child, excited, born beneath the same auroras and summits they were bound to commemorate), only to watch the invitations, delicate morsels of leaves with anointed symbols and signs, become destroyed through rage and rancor. She didn’t expect such an incident in this hour, when the world had finally managed to trace over the foundations of peace, of repose, when the shadows didn’t dance so decadently over brows and minds. The Mender kept the story to herself, granting Rexanna her dazzling smile, nodding firmly to Imogen as the kitsune wandered beside her, mouth holding a bundle of herbs to extend to their Throat allies.
 
On the approach towards the land of dunes and sun, where the solar rays seemed just a bit more heavy, a bit more cumbersome, not yet wholly shrouded by the rawness of Orangemoon, her steps faltered, her eyes narrowed, taking the time to scan the outcrops. They wouldn’t trespass, or linger too close to giant walls and distant bridges, awaiting their opportunity and chance to spread the word of their upcoming festivities. She’d been on so many different occasions; and she wanted this one to be the most uplifting. A moment or two passed before she exhaled on a fervid melody, hoping it reached past the sandy boundaries, the crimson slate, and drifted to those who stood guard, who stood watch, ready to receive invitations to glistening lights and opulent stars.




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@Rexanna
We're here to invite you to the Basin's upcoming festival! ^_^ And we brought herbs too. <3 If someone could come so we can spread the word, that would be fabulous.

Rexanna Posts: 499
World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark
#2
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
The Thief had never been to the Throat, but it was comforting to know that Lena would be there – to push her in the right direction and not cross any boundaries they shouldn’t have. She wondered silently through the trip of how many times Lena had made this trek before, of how many things she had seen in her time in Helovia. After all, Rexanna had only been here two years and already seen the fall of gods. What else could the world have hidden before her arrival? Her gaze drifted over to Lena as they approached, the sandy air brushing up against her joints in a soft wave of whispers and heat. It was dry here, and as she looked out upon the island that sat across a great distance of water, she wondered if the residents of this land had to swim to get to their home. How exhausting that might be!

Part of her imagined that if it were an equine or unicorn to come and greet them and had to swim across the water to hear their invitation, she might feel bad. But perhaps the residents would find respite away from the orangemoon sun with the gentle chill of the Basin’s shadows. She stayed silent as Lena called out across, keeping her gaze gentle on the waters, not feeling a single bit of worry in her bones. The Throat and the Basin were allies, she remembered that easily. But she didn’t know of the sadness that wavered over the land of losing the evident face of the land. Perhaps one day she’d know, but this day she stood alongside her herd mate in the hopes of inviting the land to their borders for a night or two of jubilance and excitement, of songs and laughter, of light shows and fireworks as they dazzled across the nighttime sky.

"Talk."
rexanna
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its horrible i apologize BUT WHAT HEATHER SAID EARLIER <3 come get chur invites :D
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Sohalia the Transcended Posts: 477
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Astraeus :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya ChaoticMelodies
#3
Sohalia
The midday sun shone brightly overhead, leaving the ivory pelt of Sohalia the Transcended dappled with sweat. It had an odd effect, given the thin coat of dust that seemed permanently affixed to her pelt: her pristine white was marred by light beige and muddy brown, giving her a strange mottled appearance. In truth, she hardly noticed. Though she preferred cleanliness, her current state was unavoidable as a newly-appointed Artisan. Even as a crafter, before she had been blessed once more with the Sun's gift of metallurgy, she had found it challenging to rid herself of the sand and dirt that clung to her after a long day of moving metal.

She didn't really give it much thought anymore. After all, there was no one for her to impress. Not anymore.

The mare shook her head, chasing her sadness away with a sudden frown. What with her many sleepless nights, she'd had quite enough with that train of thought for a while, thank you very much. No, today would be better, she was sure of it. After all, the heat of Tallsun had finally abated, though early Orangemoon was still quite warm in the Dragon's Throat. But it wasn't blistering, and that was an improvement. Vinati was getting old enough to take care of herself (though Sohalia still strictly forbade any wandering beyond the herdland's borders), and she was developing her crafting abilities at a remarkable rate. Soon, the girl would be a weanling, no longer dependent on her mother, and though Sohalia dreaded the day that she would no longer be needed, she couldn't help but think she and Vinati would both appreciate the freedom.

The Transcended sighed softly to herself, a light autumn breeze twirling through her mane. Perhaps it was time to stretch her wings. After all, she had been finding and sorting metal all day. Later, she would travel to the church-building site to see if she could be of any use there. Certainly Cera and Maren could use one more metal-worker? At the very least, running errands for them would keep her body and her mind busy...

Within minutes, the dove was soaring through the sky, her gaze scanning absently across the sands below. Much to her surprise, two distant specks appeared on the other side of the little inlet that had been created when the Dragon's Throat had destroyed the land bridge. Curious to see who lingered at their borders - perhaps it was someone in need of assistance, or simply some of their herd who did not have or had forgotten their key. Whatever the case, Sohalia approached with the easy grace of someone at home in the sky, touching down gently at a polite distance from the two unicorn mares.

Though they seemed to be waiting patiently, and one gripped a bundle of what appeared to be herbs, the Transcended could not help the suspicion that crept through her. In her homeland, unicorns had taken over and murdered her family; in Helovia, they had tried to invade her herd. Though there had been peace throughout the realm in the recent months, and she had no reason to judge these two so harshly, she worried all the same. Still, she was a polite mare, and so she smiled warmly and forced her concerns to the back of her mind. Two lone mares were not a threat.

She would have felt better if Gaucho was still alive.

"Hello," she greeted the strangers with her usual pleasant, bell-like tones. "I am Sohalia, Artisan of the Dragon's Throat. Are you looking for someone in particular, or is there something I can help you with?"

"Talk talk talk."

Sohalia
Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...



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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#4

Lena & Imogen


The Basin pair were not left alone for long; no sooner had the melodies burst from her throat, warbling birdsong endeavors, had a pale mare descended from the skyline. She reminded the nymph instantly of angels, seraphic wings glistening in the glamor and opulence of the beckoning Orangemoon sun – peaceful, serene, and tranquil. Lena dipped her head in respect, uncertain at the mare’s name, rank, or nobility, but bestowing cordiality regardless of her ignorance, wondering if she’d seen the femme before, pondering over the lengths of history and notes tied between sand, soil, and ice. There wasn’t a sense of animosity brewing between her words, a sense of unease, a relishing of apprehension, so the Mender extended her gracious smile, her wondrous, compassionate essence amidst the rapture and reverie of their quest, glancing at Rexanna briefly (perhaps with a wink, a relative mastery of ebullience spiraling from her form), before turning back to the greeter. “Hello,” she said back, courting the same beneficent tones, the same mellifluous pieces. “I’m Lena, and this is Rexanna,” her noble crown gestured to the gilded Thief, “We’ve come from the Aurora Basin to inform you of a festival being held soon, in honor our northern lights. Everyone from the Dragon’s Throat is welcome to attend.” She paused, weaving her lips back together, ensuring there was a means, a moment, a measure, where the golden fae would be able to share a portion of the news as well – the excitement buzzed and pulsed through her veins, maintaining the magnificence of her grin, hopeful, buoyant, that they’d be able to convey and communicate the right words, the right phrases, and bestow the hospitality of the shimmering lights and dazzling hues. The Basin was so much more than the old stories and legends, than destruction and mayhem, than rancor and bitterness – it had changed, altered, just as everyone else, and the world should’ve seen its beauty for what it truly was.


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Rexanna Posts: 499
World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark
#5
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
Thankfully it hadn’t taken long before their approach was noticed on the shores. Her gaze swept up to the ivory mare as she landed a polite distance away and approached with the gentle disposition of a dove. A smile grew on Rexanna’s face as she dipped her head respectfully to the mare in greeting, mere seconds after Lena dipped her own head. As the mare greeted them, she introduced herself as the artisan and Rexanna made a small mental note to remember the name should she appear at their festival. But soon, Lena began to speak and introduce the both of them. A small nod was given as Lena introduced the Thief, but she stayed silent as the Mender continued on.

When Lena paused in her information, Rexanna’s oceanic gaze sought the dove’s own as she kept the smile on her face. “We’ll have a variety of events where you all can watch the northern lights and fireworks, as well as enjoy the hot springs, storytelling, and games for the children to take part in.” Her voice was strong but gentle, a chime upon the dry autumn wind. “We’ve also brought herbs for your herd from the north.” She paused, motioning toward Imogen who carefully carried the present. “All we ask is to spread the word if you’d like to.” She returned her gaze back to Sohalia with a smile, leaving it rather open ended if the mare were to have any questions for them.

It was comfortable being in the climate of the Dragon's Throat. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Orangemoon was here and Tallsun was beginning to burn its last few embers across the whole of Helovia, or maybe it was just her imagination after spending so long in the cooler climates of her home. Whatever it was, she welcomed the warmth as it spread through her bones, standing among the sands outside of the Throat. Though she imagined she couldn't do it forever, she wasn't great with warm temperatures. And for that she was thankful for the climate of the mountains, even if getting a hint of heat and desert sands were comforting time and time again.

"Talk."
rexanna
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Sohalia the Transcended Posts: 477
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Astraeus :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya ChaoticMelodies
#6
Sohalia
Despite her reservations, she had to admit that the pair of unicorns seemed kindly enough. Both mares showed polite smiles and offered respectful nods with their introductions, and nothing about their body language suggested that they were there for any other reason than diplomacy. Sohalia's smile widened slightly, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she relaxed into the welcoming role that she'd never thought to take up again. Where was Sikeax? Wasn't this sort of thing supposed to be her job now? A sharp pain stabbed into the hole where her heart should be. Gaucho would have been here by now, and the memory of his dependable, flaming appearance hurt. The dove dipped her head, rubbing her nose against her foreleg as though to banish a fly, hoping to disguise the sudden souring of her gaze.

As she lifted her cranium, shaking it slightly to settle her mane into place, her ears pricked forward, a small (if slightly sad) smile pasted precariously upon her lips. Everything about her features invited the pair to continue to state the reason for their visit - and what a reason it was. They spoke of a festival in the north, an opportunity for the other herds to see the beauty of the aurora borealis that Sohalia had only heard rumors about. As Rexanna offered more information, the Transcended looked more closely at their visitors, committing both their appearances and their names to memory. Perhaps she was wrong to hold such reservations about the Basin. Perhaps things really had changed in her absence.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" she exclaimed when they had finished. A rather large part of her soul rebelled against the cheer that threatened - wasn't it disrespectful to her former mate to go to a party so soon? But she knew that the herd desperately needed some happiness, and many of the children - if they were allowed to attend - would love it. She would certainly be taking Vinati, unless there were any whispers of ill intentions.

"I would be happy to spread the word amongst our herd. I know my daughter would be overjoyed to attend, and I can think of several others who would likely be interested." She paused, then added, "I'm sure our healer will be thrilled with the herbs, as well. I will deliver them gladly." In truth, with Sikeax's promotion, she didn't know if they even had a healer anymore. Her offer to deliver the gift was a careful cover-up, but well done. They would be unlikely to notice the omission.

"Tell me, are all of the herds to be invited? What of outcasts?"

"Talk talk talk."

Sohalia
Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...



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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#7

Lena & Imogen


The news of their invitations appeared to go well, and a silent sigh of relief pooled through Lena’s soul, lifting in an effervescent gleam, hushed and vibrant, weightless and ambient. Her smile maintained its indulgent, jovial intent, listening to Rexanna’s vivid descriptions, watching the angelic fae’s expression, hopeful the Basin would no longer be feared, spurned, or scoffed at, but embraced for the beauty and strength nestled within. Perhaps, with more and more creatures wandering into its chiseled depths, its cool denizens, and its charming splendor, they’d be capable of understanding why so many still remained, lingering in the threshold of mountains and snow.  While Imogen wandered forward, through the Songbird’s legs and along the sandy ramparts, lowering their bundle of herbs at the Artisan’s hooves, the Mender occupied her thoughts with answering queries and expressing gratitude. Her grin, embellished with a whimsical air, with a diligent, blatant fortitude, lifted to impart mellifluous edges and harmonic bliss, forging songs and strains. “Thank you! We’d appreciate it.” The last query though, gave Lena pause – made her wonder if it was a dig, a jibe, at the way things used to be, at how the Basin had always been perceived (hateful, racist, conniving, and distant) because of those allowed to live and thrive there. Perhaps it was innocent, and she pondered over too much of it; gave too much treachery to those who didn’t truly wield it. She retained her composure, however, not even daring to arch a brow, ensuring a careful, controlled mask over the questioning auras, as if the inquiry had been silly and unnecessary. “Of course! We’ll be journeying to the other lands after we have finished here.” The belle’s smile curled across her lips again, and the same might, the same valor, the same, crisp determination whittled its way through her veneer – the aurora horizon adorned and emblazoned across her essence and entity, all strength and sanctity.

[Herb bundle includes: Arnica, Comfrey leaf and root, Diamond-Leaf Willow, and Yarrow.]

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Rexanna Posts: 499
World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark
#8
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
The smile was contagious as Sohalia exclaimed. Rexanna nodded along, hoping that it truly would be as wonderful as she had imagined. Her ears tipped forward, keen on listening for the Transcended’s next set of words, speaking of children and if the other herds and outcasts were to be invited. Soon, Lena’s musical tones filled the air, answering the question that the pale mare had offered. Rexanna allowed her gaze to dance between the two until it was her turn, and when it was she found her oceanic gaze landing gently on the woman from the Throat.

As Lena said, we’ll be inviting them as well. I have already informed Tembovu of the Edge. They will more than likely be attending as well.There will be plenty of children present, I’m sure. The Basin’s warriors will be keeping an eye on all events to prevent any problems, should the need arise.” The Thief noted, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she turned to look at Lena with a small nod. She was sure that if anything were to happen, that everyone would be quick to answer the call and fight to keep an event peaceful. After all, they were there for diplomatic ties and sheer enjoyment of the night. If anyone wanted to start trouble, she’d have no problem shooting a firework straight at them.

She was excited, in more ways than one. To see so many unfamiliar faces, and yet all share the same laughs and pleasure under the same sky. It would be a joyous occasion, one full of laughter, love, and kindness. And she would fight to make sure it happened exactly like that. Everything she had she owed to the Basin, and she wouldn’t ever dare to forget that.

"Talk."
rexanna
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Sohalia the Transcended Posts: 477
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Astraeus :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya ChaoticMelodies
#9
Sohalia
The impromptu meeting with the unicorns of the Aurora Basin was a balm to the dove's wounded soul. Somehow (and if she stopped to think about why she was surprised, she wouldn't much like the answer) the pair of them had brought some light back into her darkened world. She found herself suddenly and irrevocably in their debt, and though she knew that she would not reveal her overflowing emotions to them any time soon, she hoped that she could show them one day how much their festival would mean to those mourning upon the sands of the Throat.

Many of their herd had family and friends among the other herds. She herself had a son who she knew had departed the sands, and the knowledge that the unicorns would be inviting outcasts as well made her suddenly hopeful that she might find some of her other absent children. "Oh, that's wonderful!" she replied with a great deal of warmth and a slightly watery smile. "We have friends and family scattered throughout Helovia; it will be lovely to see some of them gathered in one place, I'm sure!"

There was an almost visible hum of excitement to Sohalia's energy now that she had taken a moment to really think about the prospect before her. "Is there anything that we could bring?" she asked on impulse as a lovely little kitsune wound through Lena's legs. "I cannot speak for everyone else, but if there is anything I can do to assist - well, hello!" she exclaimed to Imogen, a tickled smile appearing upon her maw. She hadn't seen many companions such as this - if any, come to think of it - and she was simply adorable.

Astraeus chose that particular moment to soar into view, his lightning-covered wings alight in the sun. Spotting his bonded below, he let out a cheerful cry of greeting before circling lower and lower, finally fluttering briefly to land on Sohalia's back. With a curious tilt of his head, the wakiya surveyed the kitsune. He hopped to the ground, chirping at Imogen, hopping from side to side upon the sand. As the kitsune dropped the gift of herbs at Sohalia's hooves, Astraeus trilled even more excitedly, as though offering his own thanks. The zephyr jumped forward, gently collected the herbs in his beak, and returned to the Transcended's withers.

By the time his antics were through, Sohalia was giggling, shaking her head slightly at his nonsense. Calming her laughter, she looked to Imogen and nodded her head respectfully. "Thank you! I'm sorry," she added sheepishly to the unicorns. "I was just saying that I would be happy to help with any preparations if you should need it."

"Talk talk talk."

Sohalia
Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...



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Lena the Songbird Posts: 663
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 4 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Imogen :: Common Kitsune :: Fire Heather
#10

Lena & Imogen


Innocence stemmed and rooted its way through the sand, and Lena’s grin softened into a delightful ambivalence, a quiet, dulcet ring of fortitude and distinction, eyes wandering briefly from the dune heavens and back upon the angel’s features. She’d altered a little in their presence, perhaps gentle because they were gentle, strong because they were strong, diligent and mighty because all of them combined, together, could’ve been more than all the hate and malice worn along the edges for so many years. Change had occurred, and for the better; rancor not so fine, bitterness not so cluttered between the webs and minds of Helovian inhabitants – and it made her wonder if the world could always be this way, without the abhorrence, without the greed. Her gaze went to Rexanna’s, a charitable wink glistening from their honeyed aspirations, and then the glistening smile landed back upon Sohalia as she proffered her services and charity. “Oh, just yourselves!” Imogen and the Songbird were subsequently distracted by a brief melee of chirps and cries, and they both peered overhead to watch a beautiful beast fly through the sky (not a dragon, despite all the rumors, but a creature of electricity and lightning, like he belonged to the God of Spark and Time, but had drifted into the desert instead, insurgent and powerful). Mesmerized for scarce, fleeting moments, the nymph’s mouth parted in a display of awe, “How lovely,” before watching the bird flutter down, elegant and refined, attempting to gain Imogen’s attention. The kitsune waved her tails, tilted her head, and chirruped back, intending to make a new acquaintance with another spirit of the flora and fauna. She seemed mildly disappointed when he snagged the granted herbs and swooped to the seraph’s withers, too far out of reach. The Mender shook her head, amused, and tried to respond to Sohalia again with the same glimmer of resolution and salvation. “Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll just be glad to see you and your fellow members there.”


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Rexanna Posts: 499
World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark
#11
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
We have friends and family scattered throughout Helovia;” the words captured the gilded mare’s attention. Her gaze landed softly on the ivory dove, her smile still glued to her lips as she mentally agreed. She too had many friends that lived outside of her herds borders, most notably being Tembovu of all sorts. She considered him family, but distant, and oh how she hoped he would be able to make it. He seemed genuine in saying that he’d inform the Edge, and she also began to wish that Tilney would show, and many others that she had met over her time in these lands.

Rexanna offered Sohalia a gentle nod. As she asked if they should bring anything, Rexanna’s eyes immediately darted toward Lena. The Thief admittedly hadn’t thought that far ahead – she hadn’t expected any herds to bring anything, but if they wanted to do so who was she to stop them? Though, before Lena could speak, movement distracted her once again. She lifted her ebony striped face toward the sky and spotted the electric zephyr as it spiraled down to his bonded, then continuing on the gently grasp the herbs they had brought in offering. The Thief had never seen a creature such as that, and oh was he beautiful. “How gorgeous.” She merely whispered to herself, but perhaps enough sound to it that the Transcended and the Songbird could hear her.

At least Lena had the sense to reply to the Dragon’s Throat artisan. Eagerly, Rexanna nodded to the mare in agreement to the bay unicorns words. “We should have everything covered. The only thing you need to bring is yourselves!” She offered a pearly grin of excitement. Perhaps her idea of a festival was going to work out. And if no one else showed, at least there would be wonderful company from the Throat. “It won’t be too cold, but I believe our crafters will have some cloth you can use if it does get chilly up there – especially if you’re used to this beautiful weather.” She spoke with honesty, but also knowledge of how the southern lands always seemed to caress those in comfort whereas the north seemed to chill its inhabitants to the bone.

"Talk."
rexanna
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