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Sorry for having this take so long! Closing it up now! This is pretty bad.
“Of course.” Cercelee bowed her head once more to the male. She did not mind that he sought to take leave now, despite having just informed the alabaster Rosea of the two deaths of their relatives. Cercelee understood the duties of leadership and Jefferson had wandered a long way just to end up on Dahlian borders and have a chat with one of his many cousins. Too often she found herself speaking the same words "I should be getting back..." "If ever you need help or to talk or anything I'm here Jefferson." Cercelee smiled once more before she turned away, her words were sincere but whether Jefferson ever took her up on the offer or not was up to him.
Leaving the one eyed male to see himself out, the mask she had worn for Jefferson came off. The further she got from Jefferson, the faster her steps became, as if she could outrun the information he had given her. Laruku was gone. The news of Iskata was sad, but it was not devastating. The women had never been much to Cer, but Laruku.... Laruku had once been the world to her, for a short time anyway. Her breathing became rapid and Cercelee welcomed the pain that grew in her lungs as her body struggled to keep up with the demand for air, running, running, running as fast as she could. So fast she was running that Cercelee was surprised when she dropped down at the front door of her own home, the heavy wooden church doors barring her way inside. Burying her face into her front legs, Cercelee was finally free to weep, further exhausting her body so that later when Slay finally found her she would be so drained that she wouldn't even be able to tell him what the trouble was.
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