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"Oh, Astrid..." Whispers Leyu to herself. The letter would be held loosely in her hands. Her forearms would be leaning on the bar at her home in Talon's Port. A small frown would be stretched downards on the woman's countenance while her eyes welled up with tears. "I love you... I love you too, you rat," She whispers once more with a small giggle to her words. The childish nickname Leyu gifted to her sister was enough to keep the elfess happy. "You'll be safe. I know you will." - Astrid's letter would rest idly atop Giada's now barren desk, for now everything that was once atop had been pushed to the floor in a fit of anger only a month ago. The Ilatian's weary gaze stabled onto the parchment with her name on it. She was afraid to open it since every letter she has gotten in the last year were from people she loved so much leaving. Giada's hands were gripped to her arm rest, trying to muster enough force to push herself and read the letter. With a sharp huff, she hastily gripped to the envelope. She rips it open and proceeds to read it. It didn't take long for the woman to begin to break down. In fact, she already began to sob upon reading the first line. "No... no!" The woman shouts. Her eyebrows would pinch downards as she closed her eyes. Tears begining to stream violently, holding the page tightly in her hand before setting it on the desk. "You... you too... now you're gone with the rest of them."

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"And I want a dragon!" The elfess calls out from the study. "But we all can't get what we want, I suppose~" Leyu's words would end with a teasing hum before returning to her book.

Giada Orlov's olive green hues scan the parchment nailed onto the Providence walls. "Hm..." The Ilatian hummed to herself, wondering of whoever this Santino man may be!

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On a colder Orenian morning, humming to herself, Mayilun Dering would be seated in the brotherhood guildhall eating breakfast! The young girl's gaze would wander a bit. Bouncing from chair, to table, to chair, to table as she played with her food... until eventually falling upon the missive! "What's that, Mr. Lu?" Whispers the small mali to her ginger kitten snug in her lap, only getting a meow in return. Hoping from her seat, May inches closer to the missive. The young Dering's eyes squinting as her hues scanned the page. Due to her low reading level, she doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the words. However, May's eyes lit up upon reading her mother's name. "Is Momma throwin' a party?!" Exclaims the child with newfound excitement. "Mr. Lu! Tha' means we gotta get ye' a suit!"

"Momma, Poppa!" The excited young mali exclaims as she bolted into the hall, waving a letter about in the air. "Ah gotta letter! Look- look!" Mayilun urges, practically shoving the letter in Anduin Dering and Annabelle Kelmenour's faces before she ran up the flight of stairs, went up the lift, and stormed into her room. @audyush @Covey Throwing herself in her seat at her desk, May slams the letter on the desk. With the help of her trusty spoon, she opens the envelope with ease. The letter would read: As the elfess read the letter, her eyes began to water. The Dering's smile would grow three times it's size as she looked down to the gently held parchment in her hands. "Miss Solenne..." Whispers the child to herself. "When ah see 'er... ah'm goin' to give her the biggest hug!" Mayilun exclaims before carefully tucking the letter back into the envelope and placing it on her wall. ((OOC: tysm for playing such a lovable persona twisty <3 I wish I spent more time with Solenne.))

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its not lowkey fire. . . . . . . its high key fire

"I am so, so sorry, Florenza," Giada Orlov repeats over and over as she leaned her forearms over the counter of her kitchen. "I wished I was able to do more. To help more... little Flor." She then glanced over her shoulder, looking to Florenza's three children: Cosimo, Lauretta, and Augstina; all sat on her couch. "Now, you are gone... I have now to watch over your kids for the time being. They will miss you," she utters, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ti amo, little Flor. I'll miss you."

"Da!" Valentina vas Ruthern exclaims, nudging her sister back as she does so. "Imagine all the people we can meet!"

i demand one

what pokemon am i?

oh to be a siren

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