UNDERNEATH IT ALL, WE'RE JUST SAVAGES | PRIVATE

[Pele N. F. I.]

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Pele, tiny as she was, didn't have much history to speak of at the moment. Part of it was lost with her own father, and the other half kept with her mother, whom she never thought to ask. She was a fireball now though, and the savannah supposed this was when history really started being made for most people. With no mentor she was still debating where she would go, along the observer's path or to work even harder and attempt to pull herself up the cleric's.

Bast and Auntie Margy were currently swaying the decision in favor of observer however. It was almost like the two had been subtly bribing the scholar with their vast collections, though she doubted they knew. The child had an eye, and nose, for books which was why she ended up finding herself in Margy's open doorway. She'd been a bit more careful since the fem had gotten pregnant, all the women in her books seemed a tad more easy to anger when they were pregnant. It was really all she had to go off, since this would be her first experience in the subject in the real world.

"Whatcha reading Auntie Margy? I'm assuming nothin' fun?"

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