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the albatross seeked @Vendrussel, as if conjured by the rime of an ancient mariner.

she wanted to tell her of her for the bluffs, for what would be glauketas. similarly because they never got to expand upon their uncanny-valley ass déjà vu thing they had goin' on, at least for her. she wanted to know.

she sung gingerly as she waded patiently in unclaimed waters. she hadn't sung since being led away by those surly brigands. since blacksea. "mwen te panse mwen tande granmoun lan di, kite l, Johnny, kite...." — i thought i heard the old man say, leave her johnny, leave

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In the wind there was but a familiar humming, reminding her much of home. The way they sung and leached at each other, humming barbically and feasting as the festives come.. It had been a long time since she remembered them, and although tried to partake in similar festives, she felt it was almost disrespectful, to party when war was before their feet. Time would tell, with the court.

"foar shǐ bo gutoi chǒtha men , påar ůnʻ oǔ uu ll thuchingz bo a chingz tu the norb zhøsh the nansh." — Come all you young sailor men, listen to me, I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea

Lightly her tongue came as she spoke, the humming within the distance of an unfamiliar tongue — but she knew who it was, seeking upon the brim of the sepulcher. Vendrussel chuffed lightly at them with a smile.

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