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conversations.value:  Manaria was going in for a kiss with Claire when I made it to the ceremony hall. All eyes turned to me, faces filling with surprise as they beheld my disheveled state. Whew. Just in the nick of time.
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conversations.value:  "Rae, you’re too late." Misha said, trying to hide her anxiety.
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conversations.value:  "No. It just took me a little longer than I expected." I quickly inserted myself between Claire and Manaria.
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conversations.value:  "So, you can do something other than run away. I’ll give you that." Manaria looked annoyed.
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conversations.value:  "Who’s running? I told you I wouldn’t lose, remember?" I stuck my tongue out at her and took Claire’s hand.
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conversations.value:  "You…" Claire looked at me with a complicated expression.
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conversations.value:  "Don’t worry, Miss Claire. I won’t let this jerk take you away." I declared, still out of breath.
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conversations.value:  "But you’ve already lost. I don’t know what you plan to offer the Scales, but I have the Flower of Flora." Manaria said, holding up the glowing flower. "Even if you happen to have the same flower, I was here first. I remain the winn—"
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conversations.value:  "This is my offering." I interrupted Manaria, pulling it out of my bag.
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conversations.value:  "A branch?" Claire said quietly. She was right. My offering, at first glance, looked like nothing more than an ordinary tree branch.
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conversations.value:  "You’ll see when we present our offerings." I said, confidently. Claire still looked worried, so I gave her a reassuring nod.
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conversations.value:  "Fine. Let’s do this, then." Manaria said, moving toward the Scales of Love. The Scales of Love were made of ancient wood but still sturdy. Their design was simple and elegant, lacking ornament, but imbued with a presence befitting a sacred treasure bestowed on us by the gods. "I’ll start. I offer what is in my heart to be judged by God." Manaria recited a verse from Poesie Amour—a bit dramatically, in my opinion—then respectfully placed her Flower of Flora on the Scales, where it glowed bright. It was an appropriate offering, a celebration of the legend. The Scales immediately plunged to one side under the flower’s weight.
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conversations.value:  "My turn. Here’s my offering." I placed the branch on the Scales, not reciting any of the lines from the legend. The Scales showed no sign of movement at all. "I thought so."
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