Cozy_Tea

More backstory.

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The Depressing Mali'aheral named Llora Soltée has many written stories she could remember and not mess up. 
"I knew when I chose to move back to my birthplace that I would evolve, to be honest, and I knew that I would not be the same high elf I was when I arrived." She said, holding a few written old writings and an old journal, "This is my oldest journal that I wrote at the place I remained and grew up In." Llora conveyed. 

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Llora read a few pages of her old journal and then took a quick look at the few writings she had. The mali'aheral put down those writings and the old journal away. "Most of these old stories are but simply Pitiful and raging expressions I shared." She exhaled, mumbling to herself afterward. 

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"Yes I was very different from my family, and I had trouble befriending the same race as mine. Other young high elves would come and bully me for knowing too little of my culture and calling me an 'Uncultured Ibar." She shrugged.

"By the amount of bullying, I got I hid away from other oem'ii of my age." She added, placing her left hand up to her left shoulder. Letting out an exhausted suspire. "I had a little hideout inside the forest and spent my time there sketching, reading books, and singing by myself.." The mali'aheral let out a soft chuckle. 

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