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| - Peering out across the pond, within the woods of Eversong, outside of the walls of her home city, Sariella had pondered the future. What would become of her? Would she ever serve her people in combat again? Should she? It was several days since she regained control of her thoughts, Several days since she ceased her substance abuse. Several days since she resumed eating... living. The weight of her guilt bore heavily down upon her, forcing her to her hindquarters, sat down on the soft, muddy bank of Stillwhisper, her head dipping to view the single strand of grass between her legs.
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| - Peering out across the pond, within the woods of Eversong, outside of the walls of her home city, Sariella had pondered the future. What would become of her? Would she ever serve her people in combat again? Should she? It was several days since she regained control of her thoughts, Several days since she ceased her substance abuse. Several days since she resumed eating... living. The weight of her guilt bore heavily down upon her, forcing her to her hindquarters, sat down on the soft, muddy bank of Stillwhisper, her head dipping to view the single strand of grass between her legs. Her stomach growled, though she was no longer hungry, the fishing rod that had accompanied her here from her home in Silvermoon lay dormant next to her. Only the knotting sensation of regret to accompany her, Sariella couldn't help but allow a single tear to gather upon the corner of her fel-glowing eye. It was barely a moment later, until she heard footsteps, approaching softly. She hurriedly wiped the tear from her eye, and turned her head, and for a moment, Sariella smiled, the first, truely friendly face she'd seen in a long time over her shoulder.
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