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It had been awhile since she had last felt like this. Well at least to this level. Before Nova Scotia, before Aeron, before all of the drama with Sarajevo and Iven. Before she left the one place she had felt entirely safe. She couldn't even place the emotion, somewhere between the purest form of joy and sheer excitement. Aeron didn't seem to agree, and it made Io feel horrible when ever the though crossed her mind, therefore she tried her best to erase it from her mind. She glanced down to her stomach with a frown. She had never asked Aeron to follow suite, it was the golden femme who had decided she would so with a solid nod she decided that it was Aeron's own fault. Her mind was often easily changable and this was a prime example.
So to escape her edgy mate she had made her escape to the above ground packlands. She had taken her cigarettes with her too, a nasty habit, but to be honest she needed them like hell. At at this stage it wouldn't really matter yet, or at least that was her philosophy. Aeron wasn't here to tell her to stop it or to instill doubts in her mind so she figured that she'd just and well go ahead and smoke while she was alone.
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