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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?
The crimson nile was not the druid's favorite location. The water was dangerous. Red as blood and deadly to drink. But she followed the course of the river sometimes. Out of familiarity. Ease. Confused to hear an unfamiliar voice. Followed by Dante's.
Ghostie? The fleshweaver frowned, trotting forward to catch up with Dante. Wary of the river. Ears perked. Hazel hues flashing around for any sign of the first voice. Aine could not recall someone entirely... Disappearing. Had seen noncorporeal individuals. Had met her cousin, who suffered from strange glitches... Disappearing... But only in pieces. A leg. An ear.
"I... I thought there- I heard someone." She was sure she did. Saw? Perhaps not but... She had always suffered from poor vision. Nearsighted. "Salut?"
[/td][/tr][/table]Ghostie? The fleshweaver frowned, trotting forward to catch up with Dante. Wary of the river. Ears perked. Hazel hues flashing around for any sign of the first voice. Aine could not recall someone entirely... Disappearing. Had seen noncorporeal individuals. Had met her cousin, who suffered from strange glitches... Disappearing... But only in pieces. A leg. An ear.
"I... I thought there- I heard someone." She was sure she did. Saw? Perhaps not but... She had always suffered from poor vision. Nearsighted. "Salut?"
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