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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/11/2017 1:30:41 AM
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"I have received such words from a great many, cold one. Do not be sheepish, nor anxious, of one such as I. I am a mere Songstress - a singer of fate and prophecy, if I must explain."
[i]Athena's robes would weave together and flutter within the wind, as she would turn her head back to face Cain. She was.. beautiful. Slender and thin, her skin was a pale, smoothened texture. Crystalline blue eyes, of the same shade that stormed into Cain's visions, stared out towards him, fluttering shut as she blinked. The woman's silverly cyan hair was kept into a tight, wraparound bun in the back of her head, light strings and curls upon the side of her thin face.[/i]
English
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Cain blinked slowly for but a moment, before he rubbed the nails of his thumb and index finger as he looked at the woman. He...wasn’t quite sure where to go with this. What the soldiers said then was true, she was...an orphan? No...and adopted child? Or both of this king? She made much more sense in the vision. “If you insist...” Cain said, trying to be a little more confident. “My sister...she can play piano. She’s a musician, which...isn’t too much different from a singer is it?”
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"Your sister.. she doesn't dissect the weaves of fate and prophecy, I would hope? It is a horrid fate, to be a Songstress. Or worse, a child of one." [i]The mere mentioning of a child brought her gaze down a little, alongside.. confusion, almost.[/i]
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“Errr...no. I think she just plays piano.” Cain told the blue haired woman. He looked back to the dojo, then quickly to the sky, before turning his head again to Athena. “We should make our way to the council meeting, I think. It will likely be starting soon.”
