MONTHLY MEETING [ FEBURARY 2021 ]

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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?

Reluctance always brought the petite deer-fox to the monthly meetings.  Reluctance for her father to be surrounded by members of the other groups.  Reluctance for him to be away without someone at his side.  Even if he could handle himself.  She knew he could handle himself.  He could handle himself much better than she ever could.  Still.  These gatherings had so many more present now.

Feathers shifted at her sides.  Hazel hues ever on the move.  Silent shadow to her father, nearly flinching when her name was spoken.  Moth.  Not as frightening as other Tanglers.  Nor as vindictive.  Her ears flicked back.  Mute.  Her father knew her well.  Knew she wouldn't want to go to Tanglewood.  Even for books.  Not without him at least.  Maybe Ry too.

Though books sounded nice.  She shuffled her hooves.  Uneasy.  Words hidden in the depths of her mind. Trapped and unwilling to leave regardless.  Unwilling to place herself within the conversation.  Her father was better at talking anyway.

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