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Post by Requiem on Dec 12, 2010 19:34:12 GMT -5
In the topmost room of the tallest tower, standing by the window with one foot planted firmly on the window sill, Kalierre brushed her long hair back from her face. The winds at this altitude had torn it free and sent it whipping around her. Phremath's small form was curled around the tower just above the window such that her head came near where Hers stood. Near enough for Kalierre to feel the dragon's warm breath. Fury was guarding Rel back at their weyr. This was no place for the child.
Not the location nor the occasion.
Why? Phremath murmured. We all love him so. Lust crooned wearily at the green's words. Kalierre looked down at the mandyr curled tight in her palm. His color was so pale now he might as well have been an off-color, giant white. Even his eyes were nearly colorless. He'd wasted despite her best efforts. "That's why we can't be selfish," Kalierre returned to her dragon in a quiet whisper. She leaned against the window frame and brought the small body to her lips. "You can see how he suffers. Tell him he can go. That it will be all right."
Phremath's tail flicked and she crooned sadly to the male who had been part of their family for so long. I don't want to be selfish, LustKing. If you want to go... That was all Phremath could say. She was scared, though. Scared and just a little hurt that the bronze didn't like them enough to want to stay. Hers loved him so much. What would happen to her when he left? Phremath did not like all this sadness. Or any of this.
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Post by Sheari on Dec 13, 2010 21:00:59 GMT -5
There was a sadness, a sort of pain that Shrew picked up on. It was different from the concern of Her's or the general down mood of the weyr. No, this was a small presence ready to become a void that made her chirp warrily was she fluttered above the skipping, childish antics of Emiliah. She was in a long plain dress with decent shoes for the weather. The girl had gotten used to wearing shoes, though when the summer came she'd revert back to her natural barefootedness. With a squeek, Shrew fluttered off and Emi looked up, chirping quizzically.
Such a bond the two had that the girl had "recovered" somewhat from her state at the beginning. She trusted, even when the weyr was paranoid, though her biggest trust was in the green lizard flying off. Without the fear of loss that had once driven the young woman over the edge (quite literally) she followed the green at a jog. Up the steps of the nearby drum heights she followed the green; into the bottom door of one of the towers that had a green dragon curled around it near the top. Up and up the stairs until Shrew flew out one of the windows. Emiliah kept climing until she found the door at the top.
The room seemed small and Emi quickly pulled her hair back so it wouldn't whip in the wind. Shrew appeared in the window where a woman sat, who seemed rather...calm. Emiliah tried to look into her palm to see what she was holding but Shrew gave her an image quickly enough. "Is he...?" No, he wasn't okay. "I'm sorry for Shrew..." she tried again. The young woman was socially awkward enough, being faced with such a sad situation mad eher stand there and look on foolishly, while her green lizard landed gently on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck, crooning softly. Sadness was all she felt.
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Post by Rei on Dec 13, 2010 23:47:30 GMT -5
Windy it was too windy. Flattening her frill has close as possible to her head Vanity scampered through grass and over rocks. On a mission was the little mandyr. Had been since hers had dropped her off at Blossom the day of the invasion. But from Blossom to Selenitas was an almost impossible distance for one as small as the little green to traverse. Still she had persisted. Using what human travelers she could to ease the trip. The final leg had been traveled by caravan. Vanity’s normally emerald bright hide was peeling and dull. Her weight had dropped significantly as well but all that mattered not. Tired she was but the last leg of her journey had been reached and that gave the little mandyr hope and drive.
Originally she had unerringly headed for the infirmary but Lust had not been there. His weyr had been the next stop but the only thing there had been the hatchling and the other green one. Fortunately that trip had not been completely in vain because through the spitting and posturing Vanity had been able to glean at least a little information. Thus her latest efforts. It was stronger now. She could feel it. Knew her bronze was around somewhere. Mouth agape and little sides heaving in exertion the green mandyr paused and flattened herself in the grass. Someone else approaching the drum tower.
Anxious eyes fixed on the approaching girl before the little green mandyr made a mad dash for nearby rock. Scrambling up onto it she leapt off it just as Emi passed. Small claws dug deep into the fabric of her dress. Clinging on the green let this one be her mount. When it was clear that she was going in the same direction the little mandyr relaxed slightly sides still fluttering rapidly as she caught her breath. Up, up, up, up. The stairs. Yes this was the right way.
Finally the candidate had come to a stop and Vanity examined the small room carefully whirling eyes fixing on Kalierre. Giving a loud creel she leapt from her unknowing mount after catching the dragonhealer’s words. Unfortunately her wings where not strong enough to support her in another glide so the mandyr tumbled to the floor, striking it with a soft thump and thrashing around to get to her feet. The broadcast was loud, demanding, upset. No! No can go! LustKing stay. Always stay. In the span of a few minutes Vanity was across the floor and clinging to Kalierre’s ankle. Sorry is. So sorry. She repeated like some type of chant, her tone almost hysterical and broadcasted to the entire area.
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Post by Requiem on Dec 14, 2010 22:11:41 GMT -5
The dragonhealer's eyes drifted toward the girl who'd come to join her in the tower's highest room with something resembling distant curiosity. It made her scarred face seem a bit otherworldly with so little movement behind it, particularly as her hair continued to whip in the high winds. "Shrew," Kalierre repeated. Her gaze flickered toward the green flit.
"Is he what?" Vitality seemed to be seeping back into the dragonhealer. Her dark eyes were now focused on Emiliah's face with an undeniable intensity. It was clear she expected an answer and would be waiting for it. Of course, that was interrupted by something else entirely. The woman visibly jerked at the broadcast of the salamandyr. Her eyes went wide. She barely recognized the green, but such could not be said of Lust; he recognized his mate instantly.
Shush, Greenqueen, the male returned, with just enough upset leaking into his mindvoice that his concern was apparent. Kalierre crouched and offered Vanity the hand that Lust already occupied. The bronze didn't uncoil for a long moment. Almost as if he didn't believe that the green 'mandyr was truly there. Finally, though, he moved enough to lick the tip of her snout. Is really GreenQueen? Like a whisper, the words.
The dragonhealer blinked, looking up at Emiliah. "I'm sorry if we're in your way, child." She was trying to hold back the tears gathering in her eyes. So unbelievably relieved to see the little pest Lust had decided would be his. "Does this mean Sel'n is near?" she questioned Vanity, a worried note entering her voice. He shouldn't be. He would not be welcomed at all by the current management.
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Post by Sheari on Dec 16, 2010 19:58:06 GMT -5
Emiliah, in her slight hurry to keep up with her lizard hadn't noticed Vanity on her dress until the 'mandyr had leapt off. It didn't startle the girl though; she'd gotten used to the little creatures being around her. The shock of the words being broadcast, however, were unexpected and the tone of them made her look and watch as the creature made her way across the room to the bronze with everything she was. The strain was apparent in the tiny creature's body but her spirit didn't seem dampened by it. The determination moved Shrew and she crooned out to Vanity, perhaps in encouragement.
Words made Emiliah look from the reptiles to the dragonrider. "Okay...?" she finished, answering Kalierre's question. She really hadn't wanted to ask, but sometimes the thought process was put fully through until the mind caught itself like her's had. "No, not in my way," she responded to the second question. In her way? Way of what; what would she possibly do in this room? Should she explain herself? It seemed appropriate, but she felt uncomfortable. "Shrew...lead me up here..." she said, indicating the green on her shoulder. "Felt him," she said hesitantly. No, I didn't come up here just to watch you, I'm not creepy.
The mention of a name made Emi want to look behind her, despite the spiraling staircase impeding her vision. She didn't know who Sel'n was but she had gathered from the greenrider's words that the little green belong to him like her Shrew belonged to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, as if she'd disturbed some great tragic moment. Shrew coiled her little body around the girl's neck , tail tight, wings close to her body.
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Post by Rei on Dec 17, 2010 0:08:17 GMT -5
Vanity’s tiny body trembled as she clung, with what remaining strength she was able to gather, to Kalierre’s ankle. Lust’s answer had her giving a soft creel and then falling silent in obedience. It was the bronze’s concerned tone that had her obeying more than anything else, because his appearance inspired so much upset in her that she felt apology necessary. It had been the little green’s goal from the beginning to get back to him, and to find him in such a sate because of her absence was a difficult thing. A very difficult one but that fact that he was alive and here overshadowed all else. Now she could make him better she could. Eyes whirling in a kaleidoscope of different colors Vanity let go of the dragonhealer’s ankle, scrambling onto her palm as quickly as her exhausted state would allow.
Snout bumping against Lust’s as he licked her, the smaller mandyr gave a soft croon. Her own tongue caressed the side of the bronze’s muzzle tenderly. Is really GreenQueen. Come far. Miss LustKing muchly. Hurted. Her tiny body pressed firmly against his, thin tail seeking to wind with his as she cuddled up to her larger mate. Nosing him around his head and face with obvious concern the green began to bathe the bronze’s face and flattened frill with single minded intensity. As if she could scrub more life into his hide by that action alone. Not want go. Crippledummymine take far way.
Vanity’s own frill gave the briefest of flutters as Kalierre spoke to her and the mandyr momentarily broke off from her ‘nursing’ to reply. Her broadcast was given to the room at large, her large eyes turned towards the greenrider. Cripplemine with big shinyman. Not here. Her head nuzzled Lust again. Cripplemine say give dragon lady kisses. Lust kisses instead. Punctuating that with a lick to the bronze’s head she eyed Emiliah as if she had just realized that the girl was still there. Frill extending slightly she gave a chirp at Shrew and went back to nuzzling at Lust, her eyes examining the other occupants of the room every so often with only mild interest. She was far too tired to start up with her usual quips and demands.
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Post by Requiem on Dec 17, 2010 12:59:16 GMT -5
It was a matter of habit that had Lust curling around Vanity in the familiar protective posture. She was so small compared to the gold-sized bronze, after all. He twined his tail with hers and rested his head next to his green mate's. GreenQueen no should leave Lust, the male stated quietly. The words oddly lacked reproach. It was weariness and lingering heartbreak that colored them. It had been so long. She'd left him before, too. Then he'd known she was alive, but this time...
Submitting to the tongue - Vanity's own brand of affection that had become all too familiar over the turns - he listened to her explanation. Hers had gone and taken her with him. Yours not think. He couldn't have been thinking, if he separated the two. Salamandyr mates didn't do well with separation. As the condition of the two in Kalierre's palm made obvious. Lust like Vanity kisses.
The woman was clearly more wrapped up in the salamandyrs on her palm than the girl who'd wandered up here. She stepped down from the window, though. "He'll be fine, now. Vanity is his mate. They've been separated...for about six months. Most salamandyrs can't live that long without their mate if they're as close as these two," the dragonhealer explained. It allowed her to distance herself a little from the whole thing. "They must have somehow known that the other was still alive..." Even though they couldn't feel each other. Or maybe it was just hope.
"Don't apologize, child. If you hadn't come, Vanity would never have gotten up here in time. If I believed in a higher power I'd say you were meant to be here." The woman offered Emiliah a sad smile. "Have you had Shrew long?" Before the girl could answer, though, Kalierre's attention was stolen by something Vanity had said. "Big shinyman? Vanity. You're not talking about..." It had to be. Who else fit that description? "Is Sel'n with S'rei?"
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Post by Sheari on Dec 18, 2010 14:13:01 GMT -5
The green on Emiliah's shoulder remained quiet when the Salamandyr responded. The quest seemed over, the mission accomplished. The fire lizard understood that the little creature had come a long way and, while she wasn't fond of the non-flying creatures, this one had found her way home. The tragedy seemed averted and the sadness that had overcome Shrew faded. She uncurled and sat on Emiliah's shoulder, taking in the room. It was small and the window wasn't paned, it was quiet. Yes, perhaps this could do as a hiding place for her.
"Good, good," Emi commented on Lust being fine. That had really been her concern. She'd been unaware of the creatures' existences until just this very moment but that didn't mean she wanted them dying. Too much death was going on lately. "She hatched from the same clutch as the Gold Rose," because Emiliah didn't really keep too much track of time. Her priority was to keep track of the Golds; they were her timekeepers. Golds ruled and the larger the gold, the more revered she was, it seemed to the girl. After all, the dragons ruled the weyr and it went down from there.
A higher power? "Yes, perhaps," she said. It seemed to all fit in the way Kelierre described it. Shrew had lead her here but she had opened the door at the base, and with the state of the green on the dragonrider's palm, perhaps Vanity wouldn't have made it up all those stairs. Yes, it truly seemed to fit. "Uhm, Emi can leave if everything is fine. Shrew isn't upset anymore," she said, her third-person quirk coming out. It was a subconscious thing, a habit that would probably never break.
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Post by Rei on Dec 18, 2010 22:31:33 GMT -5
Vanity pressed her smaller body more firmly into Lust’s as he curled around her. It was an immense comfort being able to touch and snuggle with him again. Her goal had been met and all was right in the green’s small world again. Well almost everything. He’s was still very, very far away. But the little mandyr was confident that he would not be away for forever. Lustking needed his VanityQueen and hers had understood, even if he was almost reluctant to let her go. Bumping her muzzle against the larger pale bronze one next to her Vanity gave a soft croon. Never leave again. Forced. Cripplemine dummy is. In hurry find Shinyman not think everything. She explained eyes half lidding as her exhaustion came back full force. Yes Cripplehers was a dummy. But all the same she could forgive him now. Now that she knew that her mate was alive. Curled up with Lust as she was the smaller green was starting to get sleepy. She felt warm and safe again and thus oh so tired. With a soft croon she licked the bronze’s frill again. Kiss lots. Vanity like kiss Lust.
Opening her eyes as she was again addressed the mandyr titled her head. Cripplemine with Shinyman yes. Large shiny man. S’rei is yes. Hadn’t she said that already? But perhaps Lustpet had not been paying attention. Cripplemine leave Vanity. Tell go. Shinyman Cripplemine go way. Not know where. Faaaaaar. Yes very far considering that all the little mandyr was able to sense was that hers was still alive. The mental tie keeping them connected was far too thin for her to pick up much else at all, although she did have a vague sense of what direction he was located in as well.
With a soft chirp she again rested her head beside Lust, far too worried about the bronze beside her to pay much attention to anything else for more than a few minutes at a time.
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Post by Requiem on Dec 20, 2010 3:54:03 GMT -5
The same clutch as Rose...which only went to show you that Kalierre really didn't get out that much anymore. She wasn't even sure what Rose was, though it was probably safe to assume that the gold was a firelizard. There was just something about rushing to hatchings that lost its appeal once you had a twisted gimp leg to contend with as well as a whole infirmary full of patients.
Lust didn't have to agree aloud to what Vanity was saying about Hers; his attitude said it all. The male crooned at her softly as she continued to lick at his frill. Lust like Vanity kisses. Greenqueen look tired. Tired is? Sleep, Lust keep safe. Actually, she looked very nearly dead, and it was very difficult indeed for the bronze to see her that way. He was never cruel to his mate, though. Even if it would have been the truth to state his observations.
Kalierre's eyes narrowed at the green's words. Then S'rei was alive and Sel'n was with him. That was...very good news. She should probably pass that on to Kaegan, Mi'rah and G'tor. Those three seemed thick as thieves, after all, and the most likely to welcome the information. When the girl spoke again, though, Kalierre was drawn from her thoughts.
"Emi. Is that your name? It's pretty." Some of the harshness in the woman's face had melted. "I'm Kalierre. Or Kali. Kals. The Dragonhealer. The Dragon Lady. Whichever name you prefer. You don't have to leave unless you want to." Her eyes moved over the girl before her, almost as if seeing her for the first time. "You're a candidate then, are you? For dragons or whers?"
It was a little surprising, really, but it seemed that they were actually getting a fair amount of wher candidates these days.
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Post by Sheari on Dec 23, 2010 8:35:41 GMT -5
"Thank you, Kalierre," Emiliah replied sheepishly. She hadn't been told her name was pretty before and she liked the compliment.
Candidate? Was she still one? Emiliah hadn't shown up to lessons in a while and wasn't sure if they were even being held. She'd also moved what few things she had out of the barracks. At the time she'd been very uncomfortable with the other candidates. The room was much like the drudges who slept together, yet different and she hadn't been ready for that. "Wher," she asnwered. She liked the dragons, she really did, but she loved the whers ugly as they are. They never seemed to be in much peril or in the same politics as their larger, more popular cousins. Afterall, when they were raided, none of the enemy riders killed the whers.
Then again, they usually attacked when the wher's were off duty.
"You were one for dragons," Emi said, nodding to the window. Yes she'd seen Phremath when she'd been driven up here, and the green certainly wasn't hers. Silence ensued for a moment, as Emiliah grappled for something to say. There seemed no longer a reason for her to be up here in this tower, yet she couldn't force herself away. Shrew nuzzled the girl before gliding to the floor to investigate. The green lizard caught Emiliah's attention but not for too long. This room was safe and Shrew, she learned, could often handle herself.
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Post by Requiem on Dec 29, 2010 2:53:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Rei-chan posted her last post. >> She just told me a couple days ago. Sorry for the wait. <3)
The woman tilted her head slightly to one side. She hadn't realized how draining Lust had been for her. Now, though, it felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her mindmate - the closest of her mindmates - would not be leaving her. At least willingly. As much as thoughts of the bronze's death distressed her, the knowledge that he was choosing to leave her had been the worst of all. It was something that likely would never be fully repaired.
"Whers. They're amazing beasts. Their night vision is exquisite and unique to most other nocturnal creatures I've come across." Granted she had little more than general knowledge of most beasts that didn't have ichor running through their veins. In this case, though, general knowledge was enough. "One of the wherhandlers has joined the infirmary staff. Kostya? I haven't really had cause to deal with him." Being on day shift and all. Kalierre had pulled night shifts or split shifts often in the past, even with regular wing duties, but now that she had a wing of her own - albeit of only two riders since R'wign wasn't good for fieldwork (she was training up weyrlings so it wasn't quite as minimal as it seemed on paper) - she needed a steady day schedule. Fortunately, they had enough experienced healers now to make that possible.
Sleep right, Lust murmured tiredly. He laid his head on his mate, who had already drifted off, distracting Kalierre from her human companion for another moment. The woman curled her fingers carefully around the entwined salamandyrs. Looking up, she offered Emiliah a wan smile. "Yes. Seven turns ago now. It was Fath's last clutch...Phremath is the last of them. Some clutches are...luckier...than others."
Maybe that was why so many candidates were beginning to take interest in the whers. There was the glamour of patrolling the night, mixed in with the relative safety that dragonriders simply didn't have. The best of both worlds, some might say, if you didn't mind the dark. "What is it that you do, then, Emiliah? I know candidates have a good deal of free time. If they're not healers, anyway." A wry smile touched her lips. Free time wasn't really something she was familiar with.
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Post by Sheari on Jan 2, 2011 19:51:56 GMT -5
Kostya? The name was foreign to Emiliah. She often didn't venture too near the wher handler appartments, not having the nocturnal habits. And they seemed almost forbidding during the day. Unapprochable. Thus, Emi kept her distance most of the time in a "facination from afar" way, save for those nights when Shrew was restless. Another foreign name for the girl, Fath, was put out though the ending "th" made the girl almost subconsiously discard it from her mind. So the Phremath green was the last of her clutch? It seemed sad, however the records that Emi occasionaly dusted had dragon records, too. Wasn't the gold Jingth a distant daughter of Fath? Would "grand daughter" be a more appropriate term?
"Dishes," Emi replied, gently pulling out her worn dishrag from a pocket in her dress. It was threadbare and very worn, but carefully mended. It was her favourite and most prized possesion for reasons only the girl would understand. She didn't use it anymore, fearing it might disintegrate in the water, though it was a symbol of the work she did and she eyed Shrew warily. The fire lizard was uninterested, not even noticing the production of the thing the creature loathed the most. It kept Her's from paying attention to her, it and ones like it.
"Not sure if Emi is a candidate anymore," she said. "Names not on the roster anymore." That and she hadn't been summoned for lessons, or given chores, if there were even lessons to attend and chores to do! The candidate master seemed more than content to let her disappear into drugehood. Perhaps she would be content to that, as well, however the possibility for a connection, stronger than what she felt with Shrew...the option of being important, was something she didn't want to give up. "What's it like?" she asked, not sure if it was the right question to ask.
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Post by Requiem on Jan 5, 2011 0:10:20 GMT -5
Kalierre's expression, tired though it was, could really only be described as mildly disbelieving as Emiliah lifted the little dishrag and made her statement. Dishes? Was that really all this child was doing, day in and day out? It occurred to her that this might not be a candidate. This might well be a girl who had been a candidate and now was turned out to common drudgework for one reason or another. Even then, the question of why only the dishes? bounced around in Kalierre's head with no sign of an immediate answer.
The girl half-confirmed the dragonhealer's own thoughts with her next words. And opened up more questions. It was a small thing, this referring to herself in the third person, but it was a curious thing nonetheless. If this girl wasn't entirely tightly wrapped, it would explain why she might have been quietly relegated to the kitchens. "That's probably something you should find out for sure," Kalierre told the girl, not ungently. "Sometimes when lots of things happen all at once the smaller things, like which candidates are still around, get overlooked."
Any further comments from Kalierre, however, were overshadowed by Emiliah's question. The greenrider squinted slightly at her. What exactly was this child asking? "What? Being a dragonrider?" Technically she was a wingleader, but Kalierre didn't really claim a wing of a grand total of two. It would grow later, but for now...not really anything to be boasting about. "It's kind of like finding that long-lost part of yourself that you never really knew was missing until you found it again."
Phremath was like that, for Kalierre. She must have been like her green, once. Long ago. Before the world got to her and aged her. And Lust...well, she should probably deny any allegations that his abrasive personality in any way resembled hers, but that would have been blatantly untrue. "I don't know. You have to want to put yourself on the line for other people, and realize that you probably will never be acknowledged for it when you do. But your mindmates make it worth it."
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Post by Sheari on Jan 16, 2011 10:48:47 GMT -5
Indeed. Emiliah was certain that she'd eventually figure out the whole business of what she was, however at the moment she was content with her life, despite the vague feeling of lacking. Her work was mundane and mindless, save for on those days when the weyr feasted. Those days she rarely saw Shrew.
Overlooked. That word hung with her for a moment. With the recent events it was a wonder that Emiliah simply accepted the change without fuss. She found it easier than resisting, afterall, the dragons resisted and now they were dead. It was one of those cases where, as long as nothing directly inteferred with her she was happy. A pathetic excuse, but the truth nonetheless. The drudges she spent most of her time with, their work was often overlooked. As long as the dishes were clean, the food was cooked and the weyr tended to, the people were happy.
Emiliah nodded at Kalierre's words. She couldn't entirely relate, but she matched it with when she "lost" Dib and Mouse. The weren't real and never had been so it wasn't so terrible when they were gone. She'd barely noticed their fading until one day she just realized they never existed. "Life on the line," she murmured. Perhaps that was why the dragonriders did what they did, nevermind the fact that she was talking to one. Phremath's head and the lack of her physically in the room made it less aparent. "What about the whers?" she asked. The beast had always interested her, facinated her in a way.
Nocturnal creatures that looked vaguely draconic. Their eyes faded into colours instead of whirled, like Shrews. They only had two toes, instead of paws. The physical appearance she was familiar with; everything else... She doubted she'd get any answers on that from the woman but she had some sort of hope. She was silently determined to see what it was like, even if it meant that she keep a silent watch for wher activities. Creeping around wasn't something the girl was unused to.
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