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The wedding gown. It drapes over the tailoring dummy in
it’s splendor, the long train flowing across the room like
a glacier sliding across the wooden floorboards, and
handcrafted ribbon flowers wrap around the waist of the
dress, blanketing the glacier in a field of ice covered
petals. It’s complete.. has been complete. The church of
white stone, steeple rising high to the heavens, marble
floor beaming with it’s white glow of innocence, untouched
by the soles of the sinners and seekers shoes.. It is
complete..has been complete. But Kairi sits there, staring
at the dress, as if waiting for it to animate and walk
away from her. She’s is ready…has been ready. But the
groom is nowhere to be found. She is incomplete. Her long
time feelings of abandonment rise again within her.
Rocking herself softly in her chair, she tries to soothe
her thoughts and feelings.
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The grenade. It was hard to come by, but with the
assistance of a new friend, her goal was completed. She
pulls the grenade off of the orc bomber’s corpse, tucking
it away safely within her satchel. If there’s any way for
her to know where ‘he’ is, this will be the way. The
Knights can’t pretend not to know any longer. Pretending
is her game, not theirs. She will make them fess up. She
will make them move. It is, afterall, chess.
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