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..Vяanє Łєfяayé..
I want to breathe in the open wind

------- "Oh pish posh!" Vrane muttered to herself.
-------"And I was doing so well too, they hadn't noticed me for the longest time!" She tried to kick out at the open air, throwing her own kind of tantrum.
-------"Plus I didn't even get any relevant information out of that!" She had said rather loudly to herself. Vrane was well out of ear's reach though, wanting to distance herself from those camped out Petaloudians she had spent the last hour or so of her life observing. She noticed that; indeed there was a camp, when those wretched 'fireflowers' were lunched. Anti-air missiles those things were, if she had been closer.
-------She had in fact stumbled into the rambling rescuers by chance. The whole reason why she was out here in the first place was because of an reassignment. Rather than blissfully living among the Petaloudians, and acquiring information that way, she had been resigned, placed under some so called high ranked guy by the name of Helios ~something-or-other. The name rang bells, but she had been in too much of a fit at the time to recall why. She had after all, taken it as if she had been fired unjustly. The main issue now was finding the guy. Seriously... Vrane thought, Didn't anyone bother to tell him about this reassignment?
-------She had tried to picture what this Helios~something-or-other character. What would he be like? Strict? By the book? Tight assed and blue collared? Some clueless doorknob? Maybe some power crazed idiot, or coldblooded murderer? ... Her imagination was too varied and vivid to ever paint an accurate picture.
-------It was too late go back and spy on those campers some more, they might've gotten suspicious. Anyways she was floating now, grasping onto her levitating parasol. Her feet dangled rather close to the tree line. Not close enough to touch them, not high enough for her to be seen from far away or show up as a spot against the horizon. It was times like these, when she was in the air, that she thanked herself for wearing shorts under her skirt.

------is it raining with you?------
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