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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>Curious.</i> || <b>Location:</b> <i>The Silvlid Manor.</i> <br/>
<b>Mentions:</b> <i>None.</i> || <b>Interactions:</b> <i>Mue.</i><br/>
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Wisteria allowed herself one simple breath -- a quick inhale followed by one calming exhale before her fingers were wrapped around the door handle. She pushed it open and stepped into a world of chaos; or, more commonly known as the Silvlid servant quarters. The door they had just entered led to the kitchens where a multitude of servants slaved over a hot stove morning, noon, and night at the expense of their unpleasant mistress. <br/>
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Guiding Mue through the small swarm of people, she walked to one of the less-crowded areas to lay the basket down. Her hand slipped away from Mue -- only to settle on her shoulders as she gave her a teasing shake. Her mouth twisted into a small smile, cheeks flushed from the cold they had just left behind. <br/>
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"My mom should be around here..." She began, only to feel a sharp rap at the back of her head. Flinching, she hurriedly swiveled about to face one of the senior servants who served as the head chef. Her wrinkled face was drawn with displeasure -- and judging from the time on the clock just above the doorway, she had every reason to stare at Wisteria in such a way. <br/>
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"<b>You ought to be smart with ya time, girl,</b>" The old woman scolded as she maneuvered herself around Wisteria to peek inside the basket. She didn't spare Mue a glance as she huffed, "<b>And you bought more than ya outta. If yer not careful, you might be chewed out by the mistress. That ain't something to scoff at  -- that woman has a tongue as sharp as a whip. She ain't kind to peasants or their magics either, miss Oz</b>."<br/>
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Hands folded behind her back, Wisteria shifted in place with a wilted grin. <br/>
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"It won't happen again, ma'am," The accent she sported felt out of place after hearing just how strong the older woman's natural dialect was. "Would you happen to know the whereabouts of my mum? I have something I have to discuss with her." <br/>
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The old woman sighed again before she was waving her off with a grumbled command to find her further into the kitchens.<br/>
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Wisteria turned back to Mue, her smile off-kilter before she was extending her hand again. <br/>
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"Let's get away from the old woman before she finds something larger to hit me with," She murmured under her breath, awaiting Mue to grab her hand once more before she began navigating the kitchen in search of her mother still. <br/>
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