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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?
Tense. Frustrated. In her state, the petite deer-fox usually avoided the marketplace. Simply walk through without pause. Head to her garden. Pull the weeds trying to take root after the freeze. Nearly did walk through. Right past the Pitt's newest paleblood. The clouded leopard. The friendly tea-maker who spoke French.
Her ears remained flat against her head. But she stopped. Couldn't help it. Questions resting on her tongue, sitting in the back of her throat. Grasping at memories. Looking. Trying. Coming up blank. A puzzle with scattered and illogical pieces.
Her wings shifted closely at her sides. A game? Teeth caught the inside of her cheek and chewed. Uncertain. She really should pull those weeds. But... Could she learn something... From this game? Or would the pieces continue to stack up. Incomprehensible. She shook the thoughts away. Offered Westley a small smile. Maybe it'd just be... Fun. Maybe.
"Sa-salut, Westley. I- I'll play."
[/td][/tr][/table]Her ears remained flat against her head. But she stopped. Couldn't help it. Questions resting on her tongue, sitting in the back of her throat. Grasping at memories. Looking. Trying. Coming up blank. A puzzle with scattered and illogical pieces.
Her wings shifted closely at her sides. A game? Teeth caught the inside of her cheek and chewed. Uncertain. She really should pull those weeds. But... Could she learn something... From this game? Or would the pieces continue to stack up. Incomprehensible. She shook the thoughts away. Offered Westley a small smile. Maybe it'd just be... Fun. Maybe.
"Sa-salut, Westley. I- I'll play."
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