the sweeping gestures of the pen

[Fatin Kali]

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ooc A year. A year of living, of feeling like she was bound to die, a year of learning about herself and finding the strength she'd always had inside and exploiting it. Fatin Kali had come a long way, and as she gazed towards the lands of Inferni she knew they'd come a long way too. Her brilliantly green eyes, sharp as ever, couldn't help but swell with the softest of emotions for the lands. Secrets she'd held deep inside seemed to surge within her, but for now, she had to hold them inside. A scent, one that had haunted her dreams for months, wound it's way around her and encased her, slipping around her like the softest and closest of coats. She shivered violently, realizing just who was there. Her heart lurched, and she felt her body stiffen slightly. She was alive, she was here. "speak!"

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