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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?
Like Vale. Tch. Like a traitor. The druid huffed. Go figure. She snorted softly, adjusting her wings and nodded as her father spoke. He was right. It did seem like a cheap cop out. Elsweyr had gone home in a horrible state. Probably still hurt. It was only right Dante did too. More so, since he started it.
Her ear twitched idly. Drugs. Aine shook her head. Honestly? Between numbing his senses stupid and starting unnecessary fights, the fleshweaver was not impressed. Certainly didn't think he 'suffered enough'. "Coward," she remarked blankly. Her quiet voice cold.
She scuffed the dirt with a hoof, scoffing in dismissal and began to pad away. She'd gotten her laugh. Now she had better things to do.
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[/td][/tr][/table]Her ear twitched idly. Drugs. Aine shook her head. Honestly? Between numbing his senses stupid and starting unnecessary fights, the fleshweaver was not impressed. Certainly didn't think he 'suffered enough'. "Coward," she remarked blankly. Her quiet voice cold.
She scuffed the dirt with a hoof, scoffing in dismissal and began to pad away. She'd gotten her laugh. Now she had better things to do.
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