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Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax
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[html]  | |  | Phoenix Valley. It had been the name that her father spoke, the place that held the last bit of her family that she might ever be able to know. It hadn't taken her long to find the place after having asked around a bit and wandering even a bit more than asking. What Rachias hadn't expected was the slight hesitant feeling that filled her as she walked closer and closer to the borders. Why did she have to be nervous? Perhaps it was something from the past, the feelings that she had felt when she was younger, knowing that her father hadn't wanted her there in the first place. All of that had changed though, hadn't it? Sometimes she wasn't even convinced that it had.
As she approached, taking what seemed like baby steps, she assured that she was presentable. Both hands started up at her hair, brushing it through layers of chocolate and cream, straightening it out until she finally felt comfortable with the way it laid. From there, she ran her hands down her body, flattening out her fur. By the time she was finished she had managed to make it to the very edges of the borders, where she stood in silence for a few moments. There were no scents that lingered that seemed familiar to her, nothing that triggered anything in the back of her mind. Was there other family here that she didn't know about? Were they all friendly? Who would find her there?
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