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Instead, she was met with a wave of anger as Thea lashed out, her own claws escaping their sheathes even though she was practically useless when it came to physical combat. [color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos-" The air had just begun to heat around Feyre when she cut herself off, suddenly processing the words that the Fireball spoke. [color=#3f5351]"Gone? As in dead? Because if they're dead, they aren't gone. I can talk to them," She extended in an almost casual fashion, behaving as if it was entirely normal to communicate with spirits that had crossed over to the other side. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to offer her services to Thea though, not after witnessing her small-scale assault on Winterwolf. In her eyes, she didn't deserve the gratification of her ancestors' time, not with that attitude anyways. But despite that, Feyre was curious. Curious about Thea's mother. Curious about this 'Suite' person. And curiosity and Feyre were often a dangerous mix.
FEYRE JOSEPHINE
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Grief was not a concept that Feyre so readily understood. She saw the effects that it had on others, watched as sadness and melancholy ripped an individual apart, but could never trace the source of such agony to anything but death or loss. Both forces constantly presented her with one question: why? Death was hardly considered a finality in the eyes of the young witch, especially given how vibrant her ancestors were to this day. They whispered to her now as she stepped closer to the pair, confusion gleaming within bright blue eyes. There it was again, that burning inquiry that she could never resolve. Obviously this leopard was torn apart by the weight of grief, but Feyre, out of lack of comprehension, could feel no sympathy for her. Instead, she was met with a wave of anger as Thea lashed out, her own claws escaping their sheathes even though she was practically useless when it came to physical combat. [color=#3f5351]"Phasmatos-" The air had just begun to heat around Feyre when she cut herself off, suddenly processing the words that the Fireball spoke. [color=#3f5351]"Gone? As in dead? Because if they're dead, they aren't gone. I can talk to them," She extended in an almost casual fashion, behaving as if it was entirely normal to communicate with spirits that had crossed over to the other side. She wasn't so sure that she wanted to offer her services to Thea though, not after witnessing her small-scale assault on Winterwolf. In her eyes, she didn't deserve the gratification of her ancestors' time, not with that attitude anyways. But despite that, Feyre was curious. Curious about Thea's mother. Curious about this 'Suite' person. And curiosity and Feyre were often a dangerous mix.
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YOU COULD [B]RATTLE THE STARS[/b]
[div style="font-family: HELVETICA;font-size: 17px; color:#000000; LETTER-SPACING: 0PX; line-height: 99%;"]YOU COULD DO [i]ANYTHING, IF ONLY YOU [color=black]DARED