you got a bad reputation ➺ waking, open

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MARGARET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]There was someone here, as it turned out. Despite her inquiry, she couldn't help the fluffing of her coat in startled response. Calming herself in response to the interaction, blue and white eye closing with a whimper of pain. Oh, now it was all coming to take her in it's vicious hold. She would remain as still as she could, croaking, "Water would be nice ... please..." Well, this was awkward, she had no clue who she was, though she knew that they were at home, the area smelt like the group.

She could hear faint voices from outside, her senses barely registering the building around them. Wherever she was in camp, it was nice. "Who?", she tried to ask Moth's identity, her voice cracking and dying on her lips. Damn.

#psychosocial.