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cold as stone.the cracked fela peered closer at the one she had so hastily dismissed back in her home; perhaps she wasn't giving the one called 'omen' her due credit. skill? no, no. just ambitious mistakes. she glanced curiously at omen; the fela of matching hue as herself, aware of what must come next. i thank you for your opinion, my herdmate, and i do believe i owe you an apology. i should not have snapped at you like that, back at the plains. usually, she wasn't used to admitting her mistakes, no matter how true they were. she usually shrugged them off without a backward glance, as blubbering excuses just wasn't her style. but her conscience had been niggling at her for a while now, and she had to admit; apologising to someone felt good. in fact, it wasn't her style either to express her opinions like that, usually she just hid them from the general public. even the greatest warrior could scrape up the humility to apologise to someone; and she wasn't even close to holding that status. and so, she learned a new thing today; apologising wasn't all it was made to be. it was better. she shakes her head free of the thoughts and turns to omen again. you wish me to fight? gladly. but if i am to understand you correctly, you want me to battle with our leader, cataclysm? also gladly, but i shall pale in sight against his fighting glory, i believe. nevertheless, i shall mock with glory and glee, win or lose. and my dear friend, what do you mean by 'agnated' to me?.understudy
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loyal to the end
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