<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Park -&gt; Meeting Spot.<br/>
w/ Dayyan -&gt; No-One.<br/>
Wearing <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F97%2F72%2F56%2F9772562a7780dc47a6c47f800a940a01.jpg&amp;hash=dcb60de031b7a13f5ffdaacd79573668" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/97/72/56/9772562a7780dc47a6c47f800a940a01.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">uniform </a>with <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F80%2F51%2Fa1%2F8051a18563406bd2c5cf1b067cba9412.jpg&amp;hash=a00b0250de17024d63bca595bf462931" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/80/51/a1/8051a18563406bd2c5cf1b067cba9412.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">shawl</a>. Hair <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F20%2Fed%2Faa%2F20edaa65584b90fd07356dfa8d635d23--fairy-hairstyles-braided-hairstyles.jpg&amp;hash=70a09f9001f3738e0da003f2539117b4" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/20/ed/aa/20edaa65584b90fd07356dfa8d635d23--fairy-hairstyles-braided-hairstyles.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">braided</a>. -&gt; Wearing <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F188095721928145596%2F&amp;hash=742caa51ef2005595d4ac014602fdd04" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/188095721928145596/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dress</a>. Hair <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F76279787424819457%2F&amp;hash=d7924b05731d2d805501948fa8f2ddbe" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/76279787424819457/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">up in ponytail</a>.<br/>
Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Innocently blinking, she sat with an erect posture once more as the male stood. Yes, she did begin to feel uncomfortable... but not many were so keen to not only approach her but remain inquisitive about Anais never mind seeing her. She glanced down at the ground again, and begin to twiddle her thumbs in contemplation as the male stood and gave her a teasing smirk which only allowed for a blush to sneak across her cheeks. Her eyes peeked in his direction, and then she felt a beat from her heart strings pull her up.<br/>
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She had no where else to go... and not nothing to necessarily do. So, she hurried behind him and hugged herself while looking around.</span><br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"I-I... uhm.." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She shyly attempted to interject. She could feel Anais curiously follow her presence. Anais would begin to ask Mystera what she was necessarily doing... but even Mystera did not know. But the male offered a sense of guidance, as well, to the girl. Mystera paused in her words though, and glanced once more at the ground. She felt a kinship of blushes intensifying in her cheeks, and with that she turned around and decided to job away while mumbling a faint "sorry."</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"...<i>and what was thou intention, my love?"</i></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Mystera shook her head and continued on, deciding to ignore what the woman was echoing in her ears. </span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Nevertheless, she continued on to Sparrow Inn. Adorned with beaten down appearances that reflected that of the very village they were now in. It was here she hid her belongings... her only sack she had to her name.  She had constructed herself a small hut that she stayed in - and she would often sneak into nearby rooms to bathe herself whenever she needed. It was no way to live, but... it was how Mystera did. She did a wonderful job concealing this fact, as well, and even was able to snatch herself a few new pairs of clothing should the need arise.</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She hugged her knees, while a familiar black cat was sat there to welcome her. Mystera never named this black cat, but... it seemed to follow Mystera around. Mystera had a developing soft spot for this cat, given it was just like her. From a litter from which it was the only survivor, it did seem to watch Mystera - even if from afar. The cat even seemed to acknowledge Anais... but nevertheless, Mystera quietly opened a nearby book she had stashed in the same sack from earlier. <br/>
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The weather seemed more friendly this morning. Mystera had found a new <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F188095721928145596%2F&amp;hash=742caa51ef2005595d4ac014602fdd04" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/188095721928145596/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dress</a>... through whatever means necessary - though in truth she simply snatched it from one of the guests staying in the nearby hotel. An eccentric lot that had been staying at the Sparrow Inn, but nonetheless ones Mystera cared not to know.<br/>
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She was hugging her sack close to her, while her hair was up in quite <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F76279787424819457%2F&amp;hash=d7924b05731d2d805501948fa8f2ddbe" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/76279787424819457/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a beautiful ponytail</a>. One would notice how Mystera spent time braiding her hair... as it was long and mostly in good health. The same black cat that typically met her at her hut was also next to her feet. Mystera would occasionally peek at the cat, not really minding whether or not it followed her.  Of her stature did she still carry her demure self. Her legs together in such the professional matter, as she was ready for her next adventure... or so she supposed. She was never truly alone, after-all. Anais was still wandering about in her own ethereal plain.<br/>
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It had seemed she was quite early... but she did as told. At the crack of dawn was she now present and awaiting the remainder of the others to arrive. </span></span>