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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Sudden, loud noises never boded well. The deer-fox felt her ears flatten. Flinching at the intrusion of sound. Hesitantly, hooves crept forward, halting besides Dante. While his sharp tone further agitated her nerves, at least he was familiar. A secure point.
Hazel hues flickered. Uneasy. Even as the word invite settled in. Someone was actually inviting them to something? That was nice... No one had done that since the Halls of Hiraeth. Since... Redvox.
Her wings shuffled at her sides. Four... Seven... Eight... The Palm Glades were not Redvox. They were not the Halls of Hiraeth. They did not really know them.
However, since the Pitt's political stance had changed... No official allies or foes... Odds were her father would give the go-ahead, depending on what the invite was for. No reason not to, even if she wasn't sure she would want to go. Wary of everyone outside her home.
"C-can you be more... Specific? A-about the invite, I mean? What's it... About?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Hazel hues flickered. Uneasy. Even as the word invite settled in. Someone was actually inviting them to something? That was nice... No one had done that since the Halls of Hiraeth. Since... Redvox.
Her wings shuffled at her sides. Four... Seven... Eight... The Palm Glades were not Redvox. They were not the Halls of Hiraeth. They did not really know them.
However, since the Pitt's political stance had changed... No official allies or foes... Odds were her father would give the go-ahead, depending on what the invite was for. No reason not to, even if she wasn't sure she would want to go. Wary of everyone outside her home.
"C-can you be more... Specific? A-about the invite, I mean? What's it... About?"
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