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tavina smiled though nothing called for it. "remember when i said that you'd make a great advisor? well." she left off with a chuff and a shake of her head. "i think it works in two ways. first it protects her and then it shows the princess the good she can do from akashingo."

something inside her felt more relieved. more determined, with a plan. she gave gucci a soft look. "she creates her own music but lives among warriors who don't appreciate it." that was the barest essence of nala, wasn't it? kindness. gentleness. how she had ever become a saint escaped tavina.