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The prairie-like grounds of Inferni sprawled in all directions, unending and seemingly boundless. To a child that was the case; home was the world, and the world did not exist past where home existed. Valkyrie was young enough to live in such a world, but old enough to recognise there was more than just prairies and sparse trees, a mansion and a beach, a mountain in the backdrop, and the sky overhead. Sometimes she yearned for it, and sometimes she didn't want to believe it was out there. Sometimes, she liked to think their little universe was infinitesimally more significant than others. In that world, though, Haven Aatte did not exist.
The rain over Inferni was arguably light, but dreary. The sky was dark with it, and it fell in gently slopping arcs to the earth that hungered for it. In the midst of all that grass lay Valkyrie with eyes closed and ears pressed lightly back against it, cold but not horribly so, for she enjoyed how it felt. It slicked down through her fur and darkened even the cocoa powder markings, making them look utterly black. Black like the sin she was, but she wasn't aware of such things at present.
At present, the de le Poer was more concerned with her dozing in the rain, where the fact that her father had never made a conscious appearance in her life to be that father was not a niggling worry in the back of her young mind.
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