Cerulean Cape we threw away the time

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her wandering did not go long uninterrupted - when the voice came, she stopped with a jolt, suddenly fearful it would be Engel. this girl far from the red man, however, and her gaze traced a moment her odd markings before echoing her own "hi." even though her shame still weighed heavily upon her, she managed an appeasing tail wag, blinking at the wolf that seemed to be on the brink of stepping into the surf, for reasons she could not understand. curious at any creature that would willingly step into the bad-water, she remarked only, tiredly, "it tastes bad." her head canted, asking the question that her tired lips could not form - why?

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