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Enocra Woodland
Pine, spruce and firs alike...
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"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
Ceres watched the woman carefully; although her face remained pleasant, it was perhaps part of her nature to scrutinize the actions of others. A healthy dose of paranoia never hurt anybody, after all. She didn't want to think of her mother now, in fact she hadn't thought of her mother since the day that she had found out Morrigan had died. It was emotional separation, and it was necessary to preserve her own well-being. Her father, her other siblings, she had seen and heard of their reactions. Name changes and poppy seeds and other ways to dull the pain of losing someone who was such an integral and animated portion of their lives. Ceres simply forgot. Forgot how it felt to sleep next to her, forgot how it felt to listen to her stories and her advice. She was working on forgetting her face. And the more she worked, the more she did, the faster it disappeared from her mind. A grin split across her face as Ana continued. Ana continued, though, and Ceres listened attentively. The offer intrigued her even further, and the fact that the woman spoke of a catch did little to dissuade her. CERES
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