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The Roof, Sunday Afternoon
It was a beautiful day outside, so Anemone had taken her paints to the roof of the dormitory, hoping for some peace and quiet as she worked on the painting she had begun yesterday.
She breathed in the lovely air and smiled as she set brush to paper, praying she would be left alone to finish her work. Her classmates were too boisterous to understand True Art.
[OOC: Looking for one, but open roof is open.]
She breathed in the lovely air and smiled as she set brush to paper, praying she would be left alone to finish her work. Her classmates were too boisterous to understand True Art.
[OOC: Looking for one, but open roof is open.]

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pink-dark-haired girl. They were friends. It was good to have such, in exile. It gave her strength."What is it that you are painting?"
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And destroy the Grand Vizier and let her parents' deaths be avenged, once and for all.
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She leaned forward as she worked, her locket swinging free from her dress. "Sometimes, I think if I could grow wings, I would."
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It looked so much like her own ... but that was impossible ... Ayana's killer had stolen it ... how had it come to this girl?
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"Does it have photos inside?" Alice asked, opening hers with hands that were now shaking. "Of Mum? And Dad?"
It couldn't be ...
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"I - I have no idea," she stammered, clutching her own necklace tightly. "I suppose. Colonel Dewey's country estate is the only home I can clearly recall, even these images," she lifted the locket slightly, "seem a dim dream, more created through their pictures than actually remembered."
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"Ayana?!" she breathed.
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"The Colonel currently leads the resistance against the Vizier," she said abruptly, holding up a hand with an engagement ring. "I am betrothed to his other ward, Dominic Sorrel, and I have received word I am to leave school and return home at once."
So that was it. He had never loved her, never cared for her beyond as a pawn in his own schemes.
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"I have been Anemone for a long time," she said sweetly. "I can remain the death of hope long enough for the Vizier to see his dreams die a violent end, until I can reclaim Ayana for myself."
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