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Hai! This is in Nereid 
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She'd walked here from the city, meaning to go to the vineyards where the piano awaited her attention, however the call of the ocean had forced her feet to change directions, eventually carrying her to where she now sat. The mountains of garbage and high cranes of the nearby human garbage dump area also visible against the horizon, if one looked to the east, although Mew did not. Her emerald gaze was fixed upon the shore overseas, looking as if it was ever so distant, yet so close. Inferni. They lived there, the rascals. The dirty scum of the earth. Oh, how the storm inside of her had calmed while Lubomir had been craving her attention, and how it had blossomed in his absence. Then, when he finally returned, stinking of that pack, that place, she'd not entirely known what to do. Did he really communicate with those pieces of dirt? Did he in fact think they were worth anything at all? No, the only thing over there that could have any value of life would be the children, not yet tainted by the evil of their kind. They could be salvaged, helped, trained to avoid a path of violence and hatred. The rest were doomed - the world was best off without them.
........Her mind, her anger and regret, boiled within that small body that so much resembled her mother's, as the femme stood there, oblivious to her surroundings. She normally sought the ocean for peace of mind, to stare at the never ending attack of the waves on the shore, its calming rhythms soothing her being. Now she stood rank, as the winds from the ocean, littered with the scents of the sea, shook through her furs and her mane. It was a majestic sight, that pearly white female with the blazing, green eyes, now distantly gazing into the land of thought. She did perhaps seem peaceful, but a barely audible growl rested deep in her throat. It was hatred that kept the femme erect, her spine intact - not love or compassion or anything that could warm a spirit. It was perhaps the wrong way around, but for all the suffering she had endured, she could not find an ounce of friendliness in her towards the things across the water.
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