gin and sea - open, joining/returning

[riftweaver]

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RIFTWEAVER

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Rift nodded slowly, following after the male. His head hurt trying to wrap around what had happened. His absence had been filled with changes all around, and the male wasn't sure if he could handle it. Part of him already missed the sea. "Yes... yes, of course." he muttered, softly agreeing. His eyes flashed as he stepped into the tavern, leafy mane prickling at the sight of the small room. "How'd it happen? Her capture, I mean."


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[W]isker