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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/2/2017 4:29:29 AM
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[i]Azalea wouldn't feel the cold as she was from the coldest place in the seas so it was comforting to her. Only really needing her clothes she had on.[/i]
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[i]The little whittle dragon-elf slept for hours, resting a hole in the day. By the time she did awake, it was somewhere near the evening, her silver eyes fluttering open with a slight groan. She was feeling better, stirring a little before she rose up from the blankets.[/i]
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[i]when she wakes she hears a yawns. Azaleas had woken up from her nap and was tending to the fire as a campfire coffee pot sits in the coals warming up.[/i]
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[i]Aria slowly crawled out of the tent, moving on her hands and knees. She poked her head out through the entrance, her hair a little messy, though she had a shining smile. She gave her mentor a little wave as she sat down.[/i]
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"Sleep well? There's coffee brewing if you want some."says azalea [i]she smiles after yawning a bit as she woke up merely moments ago.[/i]
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[i]The little dragon-elf took a few moments to activate her spell again, whispering something in a foreign language. As such, she only caught about half of what Azalea said, but... Aria was smart enough to understand what was going on.[/i] "Yes... that would be splendid. Thank you, Ma'am."
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Edited by NightBloomsFell: 12/3/2017 3:57:46 AM[i]Azalea nodded as she had pulled the pot from the fire with a mitt. Pouring some of it into two cups.[/i] "You want cream or sugar? "Says Azalea
