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Post by Cantali Shoreman on Sept 30, 2010 21:13:11 GMT -5
Cantali wound her way through the worn paths stumbling occasionally. She glance over her shoulder to see if anyone had been belligerent enough to follow her. Satisfied that no one had, she stopped for a moment to lean against a tree.
The sun had barely been up for three hours and she already sported a split lip and bloodied knuckles. The tree was comfortable after the long night on her feet, and Cantali truly wanted nothing more than to get back home, maybe dump some peroxide on her hands, and sleep.
She'd been at one of her usual haunts when a rather large, and ugly witch if you asked Cantali's opinion, tried to start something with Cantali by speaking poorly of her friend's family. After the war the friend, a faerie, had evacuated Tiverton with all speed.
It hadn't taken much for the girl to get her wish, and it seemed to Cantali that in the future she would be more careful what she wished for. She smiled at the memory of the girl's reddened face as she had squealed under Cantali's blows.
She looked up and shielded her eyes against the light. She wasn't sure, but she could have sworn that she had saw something move near the river.
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