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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Tired. The petite deer-fox still had a headache. The pressure sitting at the back of her head. Feverfew would help. Or chamomile. But she didn't want to waste any of it. Not even what she had grown in the temple in a spontaneous display of power. She could walk now and handle light, so she would be fine. Certainly fine enough to say hello to her cousin.
And promptly ignore Dante. Still frustrated. Exasperated. But he had his punishment. No reason to make it better or worse. Her father had known exactly what to do to make him suffer for his actions. It'd be up to him if he learned to think before he acted or not.
Her hazel hues settled on the sailboat with curiosity, perked ears attempting to pick up the tune Kian was humming as well. So, her father wasn't the only one with artistic hobbies in the family. She smiled softly, recalling Ry's similar talent for woodcarving. "Salut," she greeted quietly, head falling to one side. "Tha-that's really clever... What you're doing with the ice..."
"Is... Is it sailboat?" Aine had never seen one. Let alone been on one. Roan crashed when he went sailing... So it sounded dangerous to her... But her father had always said Kian's heart belonged to the ocean. Perhaps it was fun. With the right safety measures... And good weather.
[/td][/tr][/table]And promptly ignore Dante. Still frustrated. Exasperated. But he had his punishment. No reason to make it better or worse. Her father had known exactly what to do to make him suffer for his actions. It'd be up to him if he learned to think before he acted or not.
Her hazel hues settled on the sailboat with curiosity, perked ears attempting to pick up the tune Kian was humming as well. So, her father wasn't the only one with artistic hobbies in the family. She smiled softly, recalling Ry's similar talent for woodcarving. "Salut," she greeted quietly, head falling to one side. "Tha-that's really clever... What you're doing with the ice..."
"Is... Is it sailboat?" Aine had never seen one. Let alone been on one. Roan crashed when he went sailing... So it sounded dangerous to her... But her father had always said Kian's heart belonged to the ocean. Perhaps it was fun. With the right safety measures... And good weather.
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