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Yellow Ice Soda
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You are Lina again
soon as Tanavar gets out and closes the door, you get up, with a well placed stomp on the floor, a spike of stone emerges by the door, blocking it in place
from hoof to the tip of your head you feel imbued with a pure, warm energy, is this what it feels like to be one with mother earth? well, put aside your feelings, lamb, what matters now is that the earth is being desecrated by foul energies, and someone has to stop them
in a single movement, you tear your dress off, with your hands glowing in a pale orange hue, you drop the remains of the dress over the hide armour, weave, twirl, fiber by fiber, you focus your mend spell, intertwining dress and armour, combining both into a comfortable and yet useful fashion, you make sure it allows you to swing away and move unrestricted, today, there's no stopping you.
as you leave, you notice the chunk of wood where Tanavar sketched the beast, definitely fits what the mice told you, you are about to smash the piece of wood in determination, but out of respect for the fine craft he did, you just set it down and walk towards the door, disbanding the spike you created and opening it, ready to see the sun, probably for the last time in a long time
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