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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?
Unfortunately, Aine did not like the Coalition. Nor did her father. Nor should many of the Pitt in her opinion... After what they did. Taking clanmates from them. Manipulating their minds. Their memories. It made her angry. It made her fur prick. Ears flat whenever she caught their scent.
... But children... Had nothing to do with it. She knew what it was like to be judged for the place one lived. Still. Her hazel hues were dull as she approached. Distant. Hooves sinking into the sand, to establish a close connection to the earth. Safety.
Aine breathed out softly. Wings shuffling. "What- what's your business here?" She inquired, slightly sharper than intended... "The Coalition- you're not exactly welcome."
She maintained her distance on her side of the border. Head lightly tilted. She would listen. After all, this band had a kid in it. Odds were they had a reason to make this trip.
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[/td][/tr][/table]... But children... Had nothing to do with it. She knew what it was like to be judged for the place one lived. Still. Her hazel hues were dull as she approached. Distant. Hooves sinking into the sand, to establish a close connection to the earth. Safety.
Aine breathed out softly. Wings shuffling. "What- what's your business here?" She inquired, slightly sharper than intended... "The Coalition- you're not exactly welcome."
She maintained her distance on her side of the border. Head lightly tilted. She would listen. After all, this band had a kid in it. Odds were they had a reason to make this trip.
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