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that worn out old song that you play
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Set in the santuary
She was almost ready to join Lucifer in Jaded Shadows. Almost, not quite. She wanted to replenish her stockpile of herbs first. She'd maede a small...very small...garden at her den in the human city. That was her fisrt stop. And then she knew of a plant nursery that had grown wild, which held some more of her cherished herbs.
Her mind was running over a litany of herbs and plants good for healing. She was getting better and better at it, tough she'd never rival Taliesin, her mentor and adoptive father. Someday, maybe. She wished he'd come back, though. She missed him. And she couldn't return to the tribe, or she would die. She knew it without saying it. they would kill her. Not even her tlent of shifting would save her.
And that was okay. She'd made a life here. She belonged here. her mind wandered to her son, Shadow. She missed the small black boy; where ever he was, she hoped he was well. She missed him desperately.
A noise made her look up from the human store she was contemplating. She looked around, then fiddled with her pack before moving on, heading for her specail den in the city.
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