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she felt the feather twined into her fur. had he looked at it? belen was glad that she had thought of decorating herself. "you are a seer." it was what had been told to her. "and you want to be a warrior." she felt that she understood his sigh. the prince was filled with a great deal of despair. "what if you were a seer for warriors, si?" belen smiled. "there is always a way to have what you desire, prince."