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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    "Oh, I couldn't impose," Seersha said with a shake of her paws and head. "Truthfully, I did plan on staying here a little bit to at least get a better understanding of things," she uttered, not realizing that she was looking in the kitchen's direction as she said so. "Your offers both mean a...
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    Private The Trenches Completed Nowhere To Go But Everywhere

    Seersha frowned. Her eyes remained transfixed on the painting. One of her ears flicked and she finally turned to Asta. "Oh, yes," she said with a hesitant smile. "It's the least I could do." Seersha's thoughts wondered to what her other options even would've been. Continue to be bitter? Remain...
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    Private The Trenches Completed Nowhere To Go But Everywhere

    Is it weirder to celebrate strangers who are family or family composed primarily of strangers? Seersha thought on that as she kept away from all the rabble by moving or cleaning small items, things that required her to interact with as few people as possible... like hiding an ugly vase in the...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha sniffed the air. An assemblage of fiery hot spices and potatoes filled the room. She had always heard about Felmarian dishes and their love of spice -- it was a nice way to add flavor the basic meats and vegetables available to the warrior-priests. Peasant dishes often featured such...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha couldn't help but flatten her ears as she tried to remember Bridger's advice over the years. Truthfully, she was a little ashamed that she had gotten so angry. She did sort of prepare herself to be angry and she was angry, but none of this was happening the way she expected. She opened...
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    Information The Muster Roll – Crew Member List of the BlackShip [Sign Up Here!]

    I've a cook I'm working on the bio for tomorrow. Short, spunky field mouse who isn't afraid to speak her mind, and backs it up with a lovely meal.
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Kaden gave almost a smug grin to Bezine for gesturing to Caden. "Ah, see, 'e gets it, 'uh. Most o' it is fer feelin' alive. Or simply bein' alive ... but ah'll gladleh take Varangian wine. Stuff's priceless," Kaden murmured before looking back to the letter. His expression morphed into a frown...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha nodded. Twenty-seven and here she was letting this old sorry excuse for a father get to her--and he didn't even know! He couldn't know. The jill gave a shrug as she accepted the bottle. She went to take a drink but then thought better of it. "You're right," she murmured with a frown...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Kaden didn't regret much in his life. He made the most of horrible situations, bad guidance, and a war-torn land. Even when the Imperium wasn't on fire, its beasts were fighting. Those that rose from the ashes were bound to fight again. First by class, then by fire once more. It was almost as...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    The inn was no longer there as Kaden turned. The voice and accent were all too familiar, accompanied by a familial banter that could not ever be replaced. Bezine's words seemingly returned a splash of color to the greying weasel's face. Tears welled in his eyes. This could not be. He pointed a...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha found herself looking between them and then at their destination. It wasn't that much further and she had gotten this far with Bezine at the very least, right? Suspicion this late was useless anyway. Plus, if Bezine was potentially family in her own way, and Caden was potentially an ally...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha giggled and then let it turn into a chuckle of disbelief. She stopped in her tracks for a moment, placing her paw on her rapier's hilt. Okay, maybe she understood what her siblings meant that she was too trusting. Maybe word got around after the other questions she asked and these were...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Looking for the same tavern? What're the odds ... Seersha blinked a way any sort of suspicions for the moment and gave Bezine a shrug. "Sure, please feel free to join us," she added. Once more, the weasel adjusted her pack on her back and double-checked her grip on the letter. "So, you knew...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    So another Kaden? Did I never make it out of the inn this morning? Am I dreaming? Seersha listened to the pair exchange words. It sounds like the Imperium was just as deadly as Bridger's old journals advised. "I'm going to call you Freemont -- for my own sanity, if that's okay. Or Cade or ...
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    Open Hate Dries Slower Than Paint

    Seersha nodded at the initial inquiry and found herself listening during Bezine's story. Her heart ached for the older woman. "I'm sorry you two need to do that. I've dated my fair share of men and women alike but ... sometimes I worry my true love is the canvas or dancing. Or, maybe I...
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