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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Aine continued to drown, ears only flattening further at the mention of Aurum. Did he really want this? She doubted it. Didn't trust it. Rage. Fire. That's what Aurum was. Perhaps hypocritical... But she was only showing Tanglewood the same courtesy they had shown the Pitt for a time. Distrust. Bitterness.
The Fleshweaver shook her head. "D-doesn't Tanglewood... Still consider us enemies? ... Why should we want an enemy... Learning about us?" Didn't make sense to her. No good.
Keep friends close, enemies closer. "..." She didn't like it. Her hazel hues flickered back to her father. She didn't mind brief visits... But a regular ambassador... No. Her wings shuffled at her sides.
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[/td][/tr][/table]The Fleshweaver shook her head. "D-doesn't Tanglewood... Still consider us enemies? ... Why should we want an enemy... Learning about us?" Didn't make sense to her. No good.
Keep friends close, enemies closer. "..." She didn't like it. Her hazel hues flickered back to her father. She didn't mind brief visits... But a regular ambassador... No. Her wings shuffled at her sides.
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