There seemed to be a bit of shuffling by the cave entrance before
things fell silent again, nothing coming in. To anyone inside, it
seemed like the intruder had ran away just from hearing that they
had been discovered. In reality, Ilmatar had simply rolled over,
comfortably over-sized puffy jacket snagging on leaves to create
the rustling sound. A pink tongue dipped out to wet tin lips as the
information was processed and analyzed. Snaphet and Fladri seemed
interesting, having been born with the powers Ilmatar had walked
through hell to acquire. Nosing deeper into the tattered fabric,
Ilmatar had no qualms if those inside the structure were aware of a
foreign and unwanted presence. If push came to shove, there was no
contest as to who would win, the people gifted and born with
extraordinary talent, or the person who had done the impossible and
acquired great power from the ordeal.
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•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя *
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