LET IT GO | BLIZZARD

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

The cooler air had been a welcome change.  Nice.  Unsuspecting.  The thought of rain occurred, but no concept of snow.  Not here.  When the wind slammed against the window, the petite deer-fox scrambled up.  Frightened out of fitful sleep, paralyzed for a moment, before her father's command cut through.  The temple.

Her wings tremble at her side, legs shaky as she stumbled after him.  Only to falter for another's.  Quick to turn and rush for one who needed her.  "Saintkit!"  The world was white and loud and cold, but the druid would try to nudge him back onto his paws, stretching one of her wings over him as shelter against the falling snow. "I-I've got you.  I've got you."

But she knew they were both small.  And the snow relentless.  This wasn't a simple flurry but a building blizzard.  Aine took a sharp breath, turning her head towards the temple.  "Kold!" She thought she saw her.  Just for a moment.  Fire. Kold had... Fire.  The fleshweaver never thought she'd want a flame near her, but if it meant she could get Saintkit to safety...  "Kold! Da!"

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