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among the blasted ruins the waif flitted, slender muzzle pointed down -- the coarse touch of sand cold and blunt. around her the ruined peers of ankyra's forefront -- gaunt-faced rocks with their backs exposed to the wind and the deep rift of the tornado's passing.

she paused when she heard the tread of another, her sharp features alert as she focused on his form. a spotted youth, his countenance troubled by umber flecks. she squint then, sure she had seen him before. he possessed a brand of insolence she recalled acutely -- a fiery temper her memory had not yet committed into darkness.

but the wench bade him no good day, no salutation. instead her dispossessed gaze bore down upon him, vulturous and unremitting.