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[Alacrity]

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@$%&Despite the early hour, Alacrity had already been up for some time. Habit had long dictated that she rise before the sun, and now with Anselm’s handsome gifts of two coatlike garments she was able to brave the predawn chill. She’d never had the need to don clothing before, and the fabric – soft and supple as it was – still felt odd and abrasive against her thin, coarse fur. The clothing was, however, intelligently made, and did not impede her swift movement through the Inferni lands. Many of the landmarks and trails were becoming familiar, but there was much the foreign woman hadn’t yet seen.

@$%&An echoed cry, or perhaps the memory of a scream, led Alacrity to alter her current course. Leaving the unexplored trail behind, she doubled back – it wasn’t very far -- and followed instinct down to the shore of the bay. The previous night’s mist hindered the effectiveness of her vision, but other senses soon located the distressed hybrid. Alacrity approached noisily, giving the other plenty of time to react to her presence. When drew closer, she spoke, and her richly accented voice was concerned. "Are you alright?"




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