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[attr="class","ic_location2"] [attr="class","ic_year"]Development [attr="class","ic_message_border2"] [attr="class","ic_message_border"] [attr="class","ooc_message"] [attr="class","wanted_name"] Nephele Of MeganeaFemale19Amandla Stenberg [attr="class","wanted_gif"] Before you, a sheaf of loosely bound parchment, a glossy pouch of soft leather to hold it together. The early version of her journal, without bookbinding or the elegance of a scroll to keep it neat. Still, it is hers and never is it left unattended or unhidden. The front page is a spidery scrawl of words and pictures, blending a story into one. It's a child's penmanship, and it is unintelligible.
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[attr="class","ic_location2"] [attr="class","ic_year"]Out of Character [attr="class","ic_message_border2"] [attr="class","ic_message_border"] [attr="class","ooc_message"]the glint of gold is chain and twine the winds call to her and she calls back the bravery within her alone it does not suffice feather and bone break, not bend but disjointed, twisted and forlorn yet, she is free the wind knows no mother no kindness no mercy it tosses her to the brim of the world alone, she falls but in the moment as she crests she sees everything the light is lit upon her eyes forever hold that golden gleam where once she was beholden to the gold now it is beholden to her now it becomes her
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