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Luckily the elf had returned from a near end of life experience to become a shoppe owner of a clothing shoppe (well a sexy lingerie slash clothing shoppe) to be able to bundle up warmly for the weather-- she had stayed in the Nymph's Haven for the past ten brightenings wishing for the suns to dry up the rains and storms. And people said storms were romantic. Romantic her lovely arse-- made her sneeze and shiver, made her feel like a slug in mud, made her feel like the dirt under a dwarf's fat feet.
Upon venturing out finally after ten brightenings of eating nothing but Jewelle's porridge and yucky rations, the elf missed a good bubbly ale and a warm meal at the High Tides-- to Aeternia with the rains and risking a nice flight through Trysvale on gales, the elf made her way down the streets-- only to find some peeps running toward the harbor dockside.
"Yo what's happening?" she asked running strangers.
"Leave me be crazy elf!" replied nobody, but apparently an important Trysvalian.
Ality narrowed her eyes. "No!" And she stalked the nobody all the way to the dockside... Raindrops smacking her face, the winds whipping her lips--all this didn't matter when her eyes fixed on the glowing orange thing in the ocean a distance away.
"What in Meephos' underpants is that...?" Perhaps her eyes were deceiving her but the glow appeared to be growing, and to the elf, it seemed like it was swallowing the ocean as it approached hicksville...
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