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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
The scrawny vixen approached quietly, ears flicking. Mix-matched hues lingered on her phasing paws, absent. How long...? Kiira is uncertain. It'd been a while since she sat beneath the statue. Quiet.
She heard her name, though she remained impassive. If she could get her paw to cease glitching... To the Typhoon? The fox let her head fall to the side. Hesitantly, she tugged her notebook out of her satchel, quill hovering beside her. If you do not wish to send anyone to the Typhoon, I could teach.
Of course, the thought of a visit sounded nice. To see her family. But in regards to study, Kiira had hardly let being ill keep her from her practice, ever tending Torren's garden and reading her books. She may not be their official medic anymore, but the pacifistic vixen had never been anything but a devout and practiced healer. She was certainly no combatant after all.
But I am willing to go. To visit. Maybe compare notes and see my family.
[/td][/tr][/table]She heard her name, though she remained impassive. If she could get her paw to cease glitching... To the Typhoon? The fox let her head fall to the side. Hesitantly, she tugged her notebook out of her satchel, quill hovering beside her. If you do not wish to send anyone to the Typhoon, I could teach.
Of course, the thought of a visit sounded nice. To see her family. But in regards to study, Kiira had hardly let being ill keep her from her practice, ever tending Torren's garden and reading her books. She may not be their official medic anymore, but the pacifistic vixen had never been anything but a devout and practiced healer. She was certainly no combatant after all.
But I am willing to go. To visit. Maybe compare notes and see my family.
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