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>Hearing the much-loved, familiar voice, the faded mare >brought her head up, ebony strands of her forelock >falling to obscure her clouded vision. A weak, shaky >smile tried valiantly to mark her lips with minimal >success; the expression lasting only a fleeting moment >before falling away. > >- Where should I start? - she murmured sardonically, >scratchy voice wavering. Shaking her head to clear >her sight, she sighed. It wasn't her father's fault >she was in this predicament. She had brought it all >upon herself. > >- Everything's a mess. - she tried again, trying to >put into words what was slowly killing her. - You >have seen as well as I have. The Grove is dead. No >one, outside of us, lives among the boundaries. My >mate, Taojin, seems to have abandoned me. And Ciri... >- The alabaster mare paused, unsure if she should >continue. Truth be told, Ciri was dead to her. The >betrayal had been too much to ever repair. And such a >tragedy. Besides Cole, Ciri was the only link Misa >had to her past... a past filled with love and >happiness, a complete family, a full herd. Choosing >not to continue, she turned tortured eyes on her >father, tears welling up and threatening to spill down >her hollowed features.

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