This post is short and ugly. T_T But I love your Miqui table. O_O
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mall-caps;letter-spacing:4px;">THE SPARK OF DAWNGlee filled her thoughts at the chance to brand Miqui a member of the new family, for her brother had remained a steadfast influence on the life of the petite warrior woman; she had no desire to see him leave her. He followed without resistance as his smaller sister led him to the place she'd been using to sleep. It wasn't until she stopped, gathering together the items necessary to successfully mark him without causing permanent harm, that his voice betrayed caution. For a moment, she frowned. He trusted her, yet he was cautious? She didn't see why anyone would be so concerned. It wasn't as if she planned to remove his arm.
"It ess the same mahrk that evaryone hast been getting." Her frown was more pronounced as she spoke, reaching out one androgynous feminine hand to trace the inward-pointing arrows on the shoulder of the larger male. "It takes a long time, but it don't hurt too much, mi amor." The Crone herself had yet to receive the mark, but Tlantli had her own plans for the Hand of Eris. The petite golden creature sat inelegantly on the ground, gazing up at her warrior brother from her place. One hand gently patted the earth beside her in a gesture that indicated for him to sit.
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