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| Topic Started: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:51 am (473 Views) | |
| Ezekial Smith | Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:47 pm Post #16 |
 
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The old priest looked at the young vampire with a solemn expression upon his face, as if to show a request to pay attention to what would happen next. That it would be important, to remember the proceedings of this "trial". He turned to the two younger twins and raised his hand, bringing his thumb and ring finger together, then struck the edges of his wrists together briskly twice, right over left, and his hands balled into fists. The first symbol referred to the number seven, and the second gesticulation was indicative of a command to bring someone or something. In this context, the "seven" referred to a special tome belonging to an old medicine man. Although the others did not know, could not know, in fact, this seemed to show that the old man had already made a decision, and was merely playing along for the appearance of impartiality. It was rather obvious to the young twins that the old priest would make this decision, for he was doctrine-bound by his religion to preform this task. The two younger brothers nodded in tune, turned, and rushed to the old medicine man's hut. The others watched them go, only turning back when Ezekial began to speak once again. "I will hear your arguments now. Byron, begin now. Oh, and take care to remember that I am also one of those "old fogies"." The old brother stepped forward, smiling a rakish grin to appease the old man, and replied, "What she needs to have is freedom. The freedom to live life as so pleases her, not bound by obligations. She'll have to tie the knot eventually, sure, but that's not tomorrow. She can go down to a festival is the mood takes her. She won't be fettered by something like the past or the future. So yeah, I think she should toss the kid. With it she'll be chained to the damn brat night and day, practically its slave. That's not freedom, you know that as well as anybody, Viejo. As it stands, her only way to have freedom is to get rid of the brat." The old priest did not react to the comment aimed at him, although he did remember the event he was referring to. He had been enslaved, although it had not "stuck", so to speak. A counter-argument was already forming itself inside of his head, but he would wait until all of the arguments were given before he spoke. |
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| Victoria | Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:17 pm Post #17 |
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Victoria stood on the outside of the ring of villagers. When Ezekial looked at her, she nodded once, showing that understood what he meant. But, she had no wish to stay there. The desire to turn around and run from the circle was almost over whelming. But, Victoria stayed where she was, watching as the family made their arguments about the woman keeping the child. Victoria had no idea if she was supposed to give her opinion, so she stayed back, watching. She had her own, yes. She thought that the woman should keep the baby. The man made a good argument, though. But, what if she didn't want that freedom? What if, all she wanted was with her now. A baby, and man who loved her? The more that Victoria thought about it, the more she was sure that woman should keep it. Victoria looked at Ezekial, though, and kept her mouth shut. If he turned to her and asked her what she thought, yes, of course, Victoria would give her side. Otherwise, she keep quiet, standing in the back, observing, as the woman was put to trail for a crime that Victoria thought very much to be...okay. ((Sorry it's so short. I didn't know what else to put! Hope there is enough for you to work from, though)) |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:06 am Post #18 |
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Ezekial turned to the old man, and said, "With that finished, please give me your argument, Sev." The father nodded slightly, and stepped forward. "I thank you, Priest." He cleared his throat, and continued. "My daughter was to be married to Taro, son of the chieftain of the neighboring village. It was to be a marvelous ceremony to rival even those of the Seraabi. Even more importantly, she would have been fulfilling familial duty. Marriages of alliance, a heiwa-kon, I think you called it, are vital for the strength of our family. They have been done since time immemorial. But now, having based herself in the mud to some drek, becoming heavy with that burden out of wedlock, she has squandered the honor of our family. She is my only daughter, and her mother is too old to bear another daughter. I have only my sons, and they will do little to strengthen the family. Do you see why I do this? I think only of the honor of my family, so that it might carry on for the ages. My father passed this duty down to me, and someday I shall pass it down to my son. My eldest is useless, but the others might take up the yoke. The only way to regain that honor, to save it, is to destroy her bast***, and as much as it pains me, to deceive my new son." Ezekial closed his eyes, the anger slowly beginning to rise in his gut. It was hard to decide what had brought it on, whether it was the arguments he found, the smug looks on the faces of the testifying, so sure of the correctness of their arguments, or the entire situation. His head throbbed, the slow creep of the migraine he felt coming on sapping his concentration and self-discipline. Those two should be back soon with the tome, and the last would finish her argument, then this farce would end. He clasped his hands behind his back, and coughed lightly. "Minerva, you are last. Your argument?" The mother smiled, an awkward stretching of her skin that seemed normal at first glance, and slowly degraded into a hollow and grotesque facsimile of a true smile. "Thank you, Smith. Let us finish this unfortunate trouble with this oration." She took a deep breath, and began to speak. |
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| Victoria | Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:42 am Post #19 |
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As each of them made their arguments Victoria was even more sure that she was right. She held her tongue until the mother made hers, though. "She should not keep this cursed child. He has bad blood." She seemed very calm, as though she knew that Ezekial would make the woman leave the child. Victoria wanted to slap her.Havesome emotion on your face! Don't be sooo smug... Viky thought. She stopped paying attention to her then... "This child was created in a moment of joy that shouldn't have happened. A moment that will never happen again. This child has nothing for this family. He will only cause disrespect, dishonor, and disloyalty. Though some may say that this child should be kept because this type of thing is what makes a child what it is, I say not! What made the child nothing the be happy about. Pure disrespect for his space, her space, and disrespect of the family. This child well became no good if he is kept. He will cause pain and suffering for her. She will get sick, and then we will be left to take care of him. I can not do that. My body can't keep a child busy while my daughter is on bed rest! This child will bring nothing happy to this family. He will make her weak, and a push-over. A curse, a menace, a disrespect, dishonor, and a symbol of disloyalty, the child will go! I will not let a child with so much negative energy but in a house of my family! Should she keep him, she will not be part of this family, as far as I think. She will be nothing more than the ground I have walked on." She then turned to the daughter, and said. "No daughter of mine would be raised to keep a child that was created with so much disrespect for the family's honor. If you intend to keep him, than you will have to move out...tonight. May that child so me wrong, but, I debate it..." The mother stuck her noise up and walked back towards the house. After everyone had spoken, it seemed like they where waiting for Ezekial to give his word. Before he could get a word out, though, Victoria started to speak. "If I could, I would like to give my opinion?" Without waiting for an answer, she went right on. "The family may not want to hear the opinion of a stranger, but, they will. How can a mother leave their child with no one? A mothers love is what keeps us going. Had we not been raised with our blood, than nothing would be the same. This child needs to know who protected him for months, who kept him safe, and who created him. Blood goes deeper than any form of adoption."I know that better than any of the humans here.... Thought Viky, before she went on with her argument. "If a child is to know love, than that love must come from the one that gave him life. From both of them! And, as you saw, no disrespect meant towards your family, sir, but, if a mother can't show love, well....Look at the woman in question." Victoria looked over at the daughter, with a look of the deepest respect, and knowledge. Somehow, Viky knew what she was going through right then... I believe that this woman should keep the child. She made him with her own life! She brought him into this world. What made that child is the most important part to a successful relationship. Don't get me wrong, sir." She directed this at the father. "I know exactly where you are coming from. But, she made him. Though, yes, having a child in your life can bring down many things, make it harder for you to go out into the world and have 'fun', you really shouldn't. You've been there, you know what it is like to enjoy life. Think about what it would do her, not just emotionally, but physically, if she where to be parted with him. A woman spends time, holding the child, letting the child grow within her. Before that, she had spent time with the man she loved, to show that she did love him. This is the proof of a caring mother. Think about her. What if she doesn't want to give up the child? She should have a say in what happens to what she spent all the time creating - a say in what happens to a part of her! I may not know what it is like to love a child, and I may never know, but I know what it is like to love family, and to love younger siblings. My youngest sister was only 3 when I left home. I cared for as if she where my own child. She should keep the child, because it is a part of her. If not because of that, than because of her wishes. She is a human too, and she has feelings, as does the child. Remember that when you decide what happens to the child, Ezekial..." By the end, Victoria had given the priest an even leveled glare. Her eyes burning red, and the thirst within her raising. She didn't know what would happen if this man choose to not let the woman keep the baby, but she had a bad feeling about it... Viky took a step closer to Ezekail, to make that point more known. She hoped her eyes weren't red, but, they likely where. There was nothing the Victoria could at this point... ((Is that good enough for you, Zeky? *is serious, but joking at the same time*)) Edited by Victoria, Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:02 am.
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| Ezekial Smith | Thu Oct 20, 2011 3:17 am Post #20 |
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Ezekial did not react when the young vampire spoke out. The others, did not do the same. Anger filled their faces, and the mother, the one most blighted by this newcomer, said, "Who is this trout that comes in here and disturbs an important discussion such as this?! Ezekial, I demand that you put her in her place!" Ezekial looked at the mother, a looked that demonstrated barely controlled rage, whether true or not, and the mother fell silent before such a hostile visage. Ezekial continued to stare at the mother, his mouth a hard line, looking her in the eyes without so much as the slightest thought of backing down. The twins now returned, one carrying a large tome, the other following closely behind. The messenger passed the tome to the old priest with deferential gingerness, and Ezekial gripped it roughly by the spine, and swung it easily to hold it tightly in both hands, to better prevent it from falling. The tome was clearly old, but not ancient. The cover was made from leather, likely wrapped around a thin sheet of wood, from the look of it. The cover was adorned with gold leaf in fantastic designs, and upon the front, in a font so bizarre that it would require one adept in its use to comprehend, were the words: "Mother Grimm's Alchemical and Homeopathic Recipes for the New Mother". Ezekial cleared his throat, and began to speak. "You have all spoken, and I have made a decision. In this time, the arbitrator must make two appraisals: The danger to the defendant, and the danger to the plaintiff, in the course of any arbitration. Here, the defendant is a young mother and her innocent child. The plaintiffs are her own family. The ones who should protect and defend her, and comfort her in times of grief. It is the belief of this court that in this role, the family has failed, in a manner most saddening. Nor is this occasion without precedent, even within your own illustrious family, in case you have forgotten. You may have forgotten, but I cannot forget the anguish precipitated by the forbidden love between your father and mother, Sev. In an act that nearly exactly mirrored this situation, your mother absconded from her marriage, and sequestered away with your father. How interesting that the father you claim to honor had done quite the same action as that young boy whom your daughter loves. The memories of the elven do not fade, even if those of humans do. "In spite of history and role, the doctrines of belief define the only acceptable ruling. To kill any living being with malicious intent is tantamount to murder. To allow this killing to take place is to act in concert with the murder. The lineage of the victim-to-be assuages nothing. The preservation of life where possible is one of the main tenets of the doctrine. Thus, it is the decision of this arbitrator that the child will live." Color flashed on the faces of the "plaintiffs", and relief shone on the mother's face. "You miserable piece of... This was your plan from the beginning! You tricked us! I demand that you get out!" That was the breaking point for the elf. He turned on the mother, and stood in front of her, stopping suddenly. His face spasmed, just for a moment, showing his contempt and anger, and he turned away. Just for a moment, the mother was scared of that man, having seen past the facade he kept. It was just for a moment, though, and it did not last. He looked at the mother, and looked off into the distance, towards the forest, with a meaningful intensity. That's where that man was. The mother understood. |
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| Victoria | Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:26 am Post #21 |
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Viky looked at the mother, her steely gaze not really hiding what she was thinking. His going to say for them to kill the innocent child, isn't he. Yes, if there is anything that I've learned from this...Priest, it's that. The anger was also barely held at the mother's out burst. She spoke towards the mother without thinking. "I am your worst nightmare. I walk the dreams of your sleep. Need you know more? Your kind seem think that you've got all of mine figured out. News flash, you haven't." At that moment, the sun started to come up. Viky looked at it, and then at Ezekial. Hurry up, old man... Viky thought. Her eyes showed her thoughts The two boys came back then. They held what looked like carrying a large tome. Viky didn't know what he had planned, but it wasn't looking to good for child. She dipped her head, and listened as Ezekial spoke. She didn't know what all of the show was for. Obviously, the child wasn't making it! The only that held Viky while Ezekial was the fact that it would be rude to interrupt someone talking. She kept herself together and listened. At his last line, Viky's head shot up. You've got to be kidding. I thought... Viky looked around at the family. Most everyone looked pissed. The mother had been the most rude by telling him to leave. The daughter, though, did the most bizarre thing. She broke off from the group. Viky had been taking steps towards the near-by forest. She would have to hide now, if she where to survive this day. But, the daughter stopped her in her tracks. The daughter ran over to Viky, and...gave her a hug!! The family may have looked surprised, but, no one could've been more surprised than Viky. She slowly patted her back, and waited. Slowly the sun got higher over the horizon. "Thank you, fair maiden. Say you'll come back to visit us soon. Thank ye." She let go, and ran back with the others. The brother that Viky had looked at earlier looked right at her, and nodded. She knew that meant it was time to get into the shadows. ~ ~ ~ Viky watched as the family broke up. The daughter had been so happy. She was crying. She hugged the priest, and gave many thanks. It took Viky a moment to release that she, too, was crying. As the went on, only one person came to Viky. The brother. He broke from everyone for only a moment. "I want to say thank you. I don't know who you are, but thank you. You where right. My sister wanted the baby, more than any of us can guess... Thank you." He went to bend over Viky and kiss her check, but Viky shot back. "I...I don't think you want to do that, right now..." Said Viky. He son nodded, as though that confirmed something in his mind, and said thank you again. Then he walked back to rest of the family. Viky watched everyone celebrate. When the sun came back down, Viky came out. The brother was the first to notice. He walked over to her and tapped her on the back. "Boo. How are you doing?" He asked. Viky thought for a moment, and then said "I'm good, thank you for asking. What happened to Ezekial? I wanted to talk to him." The son pointed Viky in the right direction, and Viky went to look for him. Edited by Victoria, Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:04 am.
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Oct 22, 2011 5:50 pm Post #22 |
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The old elf brought the cup to his lips and took another draught. He paused, letting the flavor of the tea mark itself on his palate, delighting in the notes and chords of its overture of piquancy, and drank. He placed the cup down on a small wooden plate between him and the person beside him. "Delicious, isn't it, my concoction? But enough about that, you have another thing to speak of, your social adoption." "That it is, that it is. I wouldn't refer to it as an "adoption", but it is as accurate as any, I suppose. I want you to watch over the mother, and keep an eye on the family. They asked for my decision, but I would be a fool if I thought that they would keep it so easily. That one, in particular, she is the most likely to break it. The eldest son is a fool, but even a wilted rose has its thorns. The father is more important, he seems hen-pecked by the mother, and I doubt that he would be able to defy her if push came to shove. However, if he will act, it will be for the mother, and it is she that took the most offense at this decision." "Certainly, my friend, she has caused a flurry. So much so that it gives even I some worry. No matter, I do have friends of my own, such as Old Surrey. Even just him would cause a platoon of fighters to scurry." "Thank you, friend. I must be leaving soon, and I worry for her safety. When we meet again, I shall owe you a great deal." The man waved his hand at the old priest, dismissing the thought. "We are friends, are we not? In any case, before letting those people do something like that, I would rather rot." He paused for a moment, as if listening to the sounds about him. "Ah, it is the time for me to leave, I must be attending one of my pots. Please, stay and enjoy the tea, for they are only good hot, those leaves of the khat." He stood to leave, and Ezekial said, "This is not tea of the khat. What are you trying to say?" The man only smiled, and left, hands clasped behind him. Ezekial turned back to the valley over which he was perched, legs hanging off into void. This cliff was beautiful, but yet it was not popular. The old priest could not imagine why. He took another draught of the tea. Perhaps there is a bit of the khat in here, under the other teas. He placed the cup back on the tray. That man was a strange man. He was something like an apothecarist, and it was from him that the twins had gotten that tome of recipes. Ezekial knew that his forte was not potions, but rather hallucinogens and poisons, but the same techniques were useful in making both. He heard a sound behind him. The snapping of a twig. The rustling of leaves. His hand drifted to his sword, and he said, without turning around, "Can I help you? |
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| Victoria | Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:27 pm Post #23 |
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Victoria walked in the direction the son had pointed her. The night was beautiful, and the town was about them. It seemed like most everyone has happy that they child had been kept. On her way to where the old priest should be, Victoria heard bits and pieces of many conversations. It seemed that many roomers about her where going around... "Did you hear?" "Yes, I think the priest thinks he can turn." "He would be crazy to try..." "Do you really think that she's a-" "Shhh!! Don't say it! Looks, there she passes. Be silent, you fool!" "I thought from the start that there was something odd about her. It seems that when she took her leave, that confirmed everything..." "Mother, I wish you wouldn't be so harsh on her. She yearns for a child of her-" "Don't chastise me, you child! You are too young to know anything. How you think you can get into the mind of Night crawler is beyond me. They are horrid creatures who should be able to-" Victoria stopped her right there. She walked up to the drinks. The mother and woman with the child were speaking next to it. Keeping her back to them, Victoria interrupted the mother mid sentence. "I would very much like it if youwouldn't mock the only way of living I know now. Just because I have to feed on the flesh of others, doesn't mean I'm that bad. Now, if you excuse me-" She turned to them then, and did a short bow to the new mother. "I have to speak to the priest. I hope to see you again. Fair thy well with the child. I'm sure that child will never have known a better mother than the one before me now." Victoria stood up, and shook hands with the daughter. She made another round of thank you's as Victoria left. As she walked to the top of the cleft, she heard conversations much as that one. She didn't interrupt them, though. She kept walking. She wanted to speak with the priest about her taking her final leave. It had been nice speaking with him, and the family, but she didn't want to get dragged into another family. Victoria did speak with many people on her way up, though. If they asked, she answer politely with a yes, but she would tell them that she tried to feed as less often as possible, and that she didn't need to right now. It seemed many of the villagers did like her. Victoria didn't let that go to her head. She still had to leave soon. When she got to the top, an older man was speaking with Ezekial. When he saw her come close, he inclined his head slightly. He told Ezekial that he had some things to attend to, and left. Victoria was glad to not have another their when she told the priest that she had to leave, and the reasons, if he asked. When she brushed a bush, and a small twig broke under her bare foot, Ezekial put his hand on his sword. "Can I help you?" He asked. Victoria walked closer. When she got to him, she sat down, and threw her legs over the edge of the cliff. She sat with him for a moment, and then said "Pretty, isn't it? I love it here..." She brought back a part of their first conversation. She didn't know why, but she did. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:25 am Post #24 |
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Those words reminded the old priest of their meeting, an almost inconceivably short amount of time before. He uttered the same words he had said before, though his meaning had changed from that time to this one. "Yes, beautiful, but all good things must come to an end. This place is no different. It's sad, it really is, but it's the way of the Wheel." He leaned back, eyes half-closed, mouth opened to breathe in the air. A breeze passed against his skin, and he sighed. The sun was setting over the cliff, past the wealds, filled with the stark beauty of life,and the stern solemnity of death. All across the sky, the blood of the dying sun spread, in all sorts of reds, oranges, and yellows, and rose to darken into the inky jet black of the night sky. The stars were not yet out, except for the Northern Pillar, high in the sky, burning as fiercely as the hottest brazier. Ezekial always marveled at how quickly night seemed to come here in this place, but it was just as well. The silver moon was beautiful enough, lonely and argent in these twilight hours, with only the Pillar to keep her company. Yet soon enough the moonlight would set her gaze upon the wealds, upon the elderberry and the dwale. He traced the shape of the hilt of his blade, the katana Yawarakai-te, with a absent-minded finger, and almost as if shuddering, a soft luminescence broke out in patches, but just for a moment before it was gone, not long enough to be sure that it had ocurred, not truly. This place... This world... they are all beautiful. Beautiful, and yet so very fragile. It takes only the slightest shift of the humor of a single existence, and the beauty is shattered, corrupted. The best of all possible worlds... Is it really? A world where the ugliness of infanticide and destruction of the familial bond is considered as easily as one would consider the fletchings of a hunting arrow. A world were the beauty of a mother's love for her child is to be crushed underfoot. A world where a young girl and her mother are killed for having the nerve to be in the wrong place at the wrong time! A world where a man is thrown from his guild for possessing the blighted audacity to help those people who have left on the Journey to complete it! How can this be the best of all possible worlds?!" The old priest's voice had steadily rose throughout his oration, until he was shouting the final words in a voice consumed by bitterness, anger, and pain. His voice was venomous, vitriolic now. "Who would desire this despicable existence?" He scowled into the setting sun, hands curled into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of the palms of his hands. His voice softened, and his fists relaxed. "No, that's not quite right. This world is ugly, yes, but there is beauty as well. For every corpse there is a happy child. For every broken home there is a felicitous one. Perhaps this world is worthy of redemption, after all." Now he was smiling, he shoulders relaxed, his face tensed no longer. He looked off into the sunset, still retreating down the sky, and saw a glint in the distance. His smile widened, just so slightly, and he shut his eyes, bowing his head slightly, an act of recognition. "It would appear that it would be time to leave soon." He reached over to grab his cup of tea, and took a drink. ((OOC: Finish this up in your next post, would you?)) |
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| Victoria | Wed Nov 2, 2011 10:26 am Post #25 |
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Victoria was startled by his sudden outburst. It took her a moment to find words. "I may sound older than my age, but most of my kind does, if given the chance...If given the chance pft. That woman would never give me a second, let alone a first chance.... Anyways. Yes, I may sound older than I am with this but, none the less. 'Beauty is the eye of the beholder, and if you can see all the beauty all things, than, one day, you will be more respected as a person'." Victoria said, quoting one the things that her father had said once, that she agreed with. Her father may not have been the greatest man in the world, but at least he was a caring father. She wished him well later on, and hoped that one day he could straighten himself out. "My father used to tell that to me all the time. Now I see what he was talking about. In order to see beauty, you have to look behind the face value, and look beyond that, there is the beauty..." Victoria looked up at the setting sun. All the colors where in the sky's tonight.The most noticeable color, though, was one that Victoria knew the best...Red. "I must agree with you, on the leaving front, though. If you wish to come with me..." Victoria looked down at her hands for a moment, and looked up at Ezekial. "I must take my leave. By the end of this night, I will gone. I will send my wishes to the daughter and her new family before I go. Maybe, one day, years from now, I'll come back to visit." She stood up. "May you live a grand life, Priest Ezekail. Maybe, one day, we shall meet again. For now, I'm not sure. I want to say thank you, though." She walked down to where everyone else was. She took the hand of the daughter, and told her that she was leaving. The daughter gave a gasp and hugged Victoria. She cried no, and others came around. Victoria told them that she had enjoyed her short time here, but that she must be on her way. She promised that she would return, but she didn't give an exact time. The daughter tried to get Victoria to let someone come with her, but Victoria said no to everything. She said one more good-bye, kissed the daughters hand, and left. I will come back. Thought Victoria as she went to catch a boat back to sea. ((I'm out unless you want to go more)) |
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