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It had been a month since Grandpa died. A month, and the pain was still as fresh. Acknowledging that he was dead had become easier, but the ache in her body seemed determined to remain. No matter what she did, Adelle remembered his last moments. Remembered the horror as she learned that Lorenzo was responsible for his death. Remembered being carried away, not allowed to remain with Grandpa as his body burned.
Crying had relieved some of her grief. Adelle had grown solemn now though. Most of her time was focused on training to become like her grandpa. The ax that he'd swung in battle almost always was strapped to her back. She ate as if she was constantly starving, putting on weight as muscles came out. Her secui form was monstrous to see, every part of her clearly built. In her other forms the thick fur made it look as if she had turned to eating to cover her sorrows, but it was far from the truth. Calmly she walked through the courtyard, mind razor sharp as she thought about throwing ax practice.
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