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</div></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:320px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:18px; color:#666666; font-family:book antigua; text-align:center">» <i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102,102,102)">Wisteria Crowther</span> -- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)"> the clairvoyent.</span></b></i></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:410px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify"><br/>
<div style="text-align: center"><b>Mood:</b> <i>Concerned.</i> || <b>Location:</b> <i>Near the school.</i> <br/>
<b>Mentions:</b> <i>None.</i> || <b>Interactions:</b> <i>Mue.</i><br/>
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Wisteria faltered when Mue buried her face into her neck, thin arms coming around her frame. Physical affection was rare between the two of them and Wisteria had made it a habit to not push the other girl's boundaries. So, the way Mue was clinging to her raised her concern tenfold. It was barely a moment later that she was stuttering out between sobs the reason for her woes. Although it had been expected, the conditions of Mue's hysteria left Wisteria speechless. <br/>
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Quickly wrapping her arms around the girl again, she comforted her quietly while she tried to find the right words to say. Running her fingers through the back of Mue's hair, Wisteria heaved out a great sigh.<br/>
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"Master Asterrio had no right to treat you that way." She murmured, brows raised high in disbelief. "And those teachers had no right to ignore you either." <br/>
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Glancing up at a stray villager wandering down the path, she pulled Mue closer to the alley. Kindness towards goblins in this city varied and Wisteria wasn't the type to leave anything up to fate. She ignored their curious look as she turned away from the man to continue focusing her attention on Mue. <br/>
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With another sigh, she pulled back to brush some tears away from flushed green cheeks. When Mue caught her hands, she took a subtle step away to give the girl some time to collect herself. <br/>
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"I could go slap that mage for you if you want. Although, he might not be very accommodating  to you still being a student if I did that..." Her musings grew silent as Mue mentioned leaving Ashburn. <br/>
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Although the concept existed, it had never been one Wisteria had considered. Ashburn had been her parent's home. Her mother had been a noble before she had fled from her family to live with her lover far away from prying eyes. Servitude may not have been their first choice; but, it had kept a roof above their heads and their newborn baby fed. <br/>
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Even with her father no longer around, her mother had never been discontent with her life. The sacrifices she had made were ones she relished.<br/>
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Yet, her mother's decisions to keep her family in town were dulled in comparison to her friend's anguish. Wanting nothing more than to bring comfort, she squeezed the other girl's hands as the pull of tears filled her chest.<br/>
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"Ashburn has never deserved you anyway," She told her friend. <br/>
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Pulling back another step, she placed one hand on her hip as she pondered what could be done. <br/>
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"I have money saved up if that's what you need." She began before she recognized the resilience her friend possessed. "Although, I'm not sure running away would suit you. Perhaps Master Asterrio might be persuaded to change his mind about allowing you to participate?" <br/>
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