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"We'd better go and get supplies for going up North first, then get food," Rian said. "Otherwise we might not have time."
Maris, now a cat, nodded in agreement. The shop was run by a woman in her late thirties with brown hair and a raven daemon. Her daughter, who was small for her age and looked younger than her sixteen years, assisted her. The daughter's name was Vicki and her daemon was a minature pony, scarcely bigger than a medium sized dog. ![]() |
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