step on the glass . joiner

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
Though she had her pessimistic moments, the petite sand cat possessed an opinion second chances existed.  The fact air still moved through her lungs, that no chains clung to her ankles were all the proof she needed of that.  A second chance to live.  Had she even been given a first?  Born into that horrible life.  Yes, the young Demdji felt fairly certain she'd been given a second chance.  A window of opportunity and she had taken it, snatched it and ran.

Only now the new problem became going back.  Friends and family.  Her brother got out too, but no one else.  And she had tried, tried and failed to use her chance to give them what she had.  Freedom.  Could she try again? Maybe.  Maybe not.  She'd nearly died the last time.  She had people to lead here now.

Maybe second chances existed but third chances certainly seemed nonexistent.  Tena knew it may be better to take it or leave it, accept it, but she swore she'd try again one day.  The Djinn blood running through her veins would certainly make sure she'd have more than enough time to think it through.  Until then, she kept herself focused on running Elysium.

A tail the shade of sand twitched to and fro as she trotted towards the border.  Bright blue eyes skittered over both her fellow Elysite and the newcomer.  A friendly smile.  Always the friendly Magna.  But everyone would stay at arm's length. Always.  Lightly, her head tilted.  "Hey," her voice rang out sharp and amiable.  "I'm Tena, Magna of Elysium.  Could we do anything for you?" So many on their borders lately, she mused.
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