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 Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:50 am
 <MAIN THREAD>  It is tiny; small enough to be easily hidden in the palm of the hand. It is also a beautiful thing, glassy black, like obsidian, but lit from deep within by a slowly changing swirl of every colour of the rainbow.
Clearly enchanted, the tome has no lock, but refuses to open to anything but the owner's touch. The workmanship is incredible, but bears it bears no creator's mark.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:51 am
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It has been awhile since Aurore found herself in your care. Now time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
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