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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]and͠ I w̙͐a̗͘n̠̓t ̨̄a̩̓ mom̶̜̿eṋ̌t̞͐ t̘̋ŏ̝ ̺͞be r̳͘é͚al
'Hello.' Distant, distracted, though she might as well been staring right at the serval, the former medic nearly jumped. Ears flicked down, as though entirely forgetting the sound of someone speaking to her. Aside from her father, no one had... And nor had she.
There is something familiar to Nicabar. Yet she fails to put it. Contrasting memories and senses leaving her an aching head. Going no where.
Her tongue rests on the roof of her mouth. She tries to mouth the words, eyes flickering when her throat fails to cooperate. So, she bites her tongue, her chest sinking as she put a paw up to signal for a moment please, raising to her feet. Quickly, she skirted inside the house, snatching a small journal and pen.
Carefully, she raised the both with her telekinesis as she returned, writing in fluid motion. My name is Kiira. I have been sick so I may have lost my voice. Though it had been quiet... Broken... Anyway... And Suvi had never spoken. It is nice to meet you.
[/td][/tr][/table]There is something familiar to Nicabar. Yet she fails to put it. Contrasting memories and senses leaving her an aching head. Going no where.
Her tongue rests on the roof of her mouth. She tries to mouth the words, eyes flickering when her throat fails to cooperate. So, she bites her tongue, her chest sinking as she put a paw up to signal for a moment please, raising to her feet. Quickly, she skirted inside the house, snatching a small journal and pen.
Carefully, she raised the both with her telekinesis as she returned, writing in fluid motion. My name is Kiira. I have been sick so I may have lost my voice. Though it had been quiet... Broken... Anyway... And Suvi had never spoken. It is nice to meet you.
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