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Dates to March 10 okay with you?
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By now, the different routes within the Village were so familiar to her, she could navigate easily even without the torches. However Gemma kept the Village well-lit, and she was grateful for this. Somehow, it seemed more like home with the torches lit, even during the day. The scent and sight of them were just simply necessary in her mind. That, and they served as beautiful decorations. Even in the daylight, torches and the Great Fire were worth watching, with flames dancing and merging and splitting, their power apparent and profluent. This day, she was not about to allow hersef to be distracted by them, however. She carried a gnawing doubt as she sought out one of the few faces she could truly ask in the tribe. Certainly, the others were knowledgeable, but Claudius had been the one to lead her at first, and she respected the strange male. Even more so, perhaps, after his recent appearance at the ceremony.
How different they were, Anatole and Claudius, yet related and somehow similar. They were both intent on doing what was right; Anatole had proven this to her the day he sought her to confess. Claudius, she was certain wanted the right thing. His heart had seemed in the right place when they first met, although his leadership left something to be desired. Still, many moons had passed, and Ulilohi found that her living here had had an effect on her as well. The ever confident female was growing weary with the conflicts she could not solve, the neverending chores, and the regrets she faced everyday. Perhaps, with this once problem, Claudius could be of assistance, she thought. She neared his den and called out to him informally, so as not to startle him. It was assumption that led her to believe he had to be inside, as much as her olfactory senses. "Osiyo, Claudius!" She halted outside the entrance, knowing that entering might offend him.
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