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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?
Quiet as she was, often lost in her own head, the petite deer-fox may have wandered past the oddly colored serval. If her ears hadn't caught the mention of water. Water. Kold certainly had the right idea warning about the nile. Whatever was in that water...
The fleshweaver shook her head, hazel hues only narrowing when she glanced at Dante. Sniffing softly. Great. A friend of his or something? Hopefully nothing alike.
The druid chewed the inside of her cheek. "Sa-salut..." Water. Greetings were nice and all, but he asked for water. Aine quickly ran through her satchel, until she caught the handle of a small canteen with her teeth and pulled it out. The sound of fresh water gently swishing inside. "I have.. Have a canteen, here."
[/td][/tr][/table]The fleshweaver shook her head, hazel hues only narrowing when she glanced at Dante. Sniffing softly. Great. A friend of his or something? Hopefully nothing alike.
The druid chewed the inside of her cheek. "Sa-salut..." Water. Greetings were nice and all, but he asked for water. Aine quickly ran through her satchel, until she caught the handle of a small canteen with her teeth and pulled it out. The sound of fresh water gently swishing inside. "I have.. Have a canteen, here."
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