03-06-2021, 08:19 PM
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
The bell certainly rang loudly. The tiny dealer's ears perked. Sightless hues blinking. It was hardly the first time the clang hit the ears so harshly. But curious. Trotting after Goldie, the petite wildcat came to a halt, a polite smile on her face as she recognized Winterhymns as an ally.
"Aloha," she offered softly, head dipping in greeting. "How are the Palm Glades?" She inquired lightly. They were allies after all, and it would be good to hear the latest news.
[/td][/tr][/table]"Aloha," she offered softly, head dipping in greeting. "How are the Palm Glades?" She inquired lightly. They were allies after all, and it would be good to hear the latest news.
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