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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2017 4:06 pm
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The war. She heard others talk in hushed tones about the wars, about their concern, and about how her mother was heavy with child when there was fear of a new war with the outsiders. A new island, with flying machines. Suria didn't see the sense of fear, she wanted to see these machines that flew without Kinfa.
"It's too much work, and too strict. I don't like their uniforms either." She said matter of factly, scrunching her nose and padding away from the water to sit on the edge. Gently, she swung her toes so they splashed lightly, watching the ripples.
"Go bother the neighbors, they have a bow you can play with..."
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