AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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His own entrance wasn't of any great importance, head down and lost in his thoughts. Sitting down a fair distance from Cleo, his mind awhirl with everything. Taking a shaken breath after shaking out his body, lifting his head. It was quiet. That was okay. It was a meeting, it was supposed to be quiet. He was too on edge recently, and he was certain the others were beginning to pick up on it. Sitting down and curling his tail over his paws, gazing at Arlo with a practically blank stare.
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THE FLOWER BURNS