<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/>
No-One + Professors + Anna and stranger.<br/>
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 and Suitcase.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Mystera's mind began to wander once more... her eyes glanced at the ground as the black cat that had been following her began to rub up against her leg. Mystera's eyes softened once she gazed at the little beauty. Nearly smiling, she could feel her tattoo once more burn as Anais made her presence known only to Mystera, and of-course Dayyan up the road since he could see her. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>"Ahh, my love. He is here."</i></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Near enthusiasm struck a cord with Mystera as her eyes slightly widened, and a blush snuck once more across her cheeks as she thought once more of the previous day. She brushed bangs behind her hair and looked forward, but then </span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>"It would seem the lady of our homeland is also present... her scheming lot joins her."</i></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">This was what ultimately led her eyes to turn to that of Professor Ianice and company. There were many guards stationed, and it was here that Mystera recognized Lady Astrea. The baroness of this frigid, god-forsaking town. She hid her displeasure and her despondent eyes returned to the ground before she heard yet another voice, much opposite of the somber attitude of Mystera. It was that chatty girl -- the one who spoke with a southern accent and the only other student who spoke to her with a strange sense of kindness.<br/>
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The black cat that had been following Mystera meowed, brushing a paw against her leg and sitting with its' tail swishing back and forth. This kitten wanted attention, or so it would seem. Mystera cleared her throat and shyly turned towards the group. She stopped only a few feet away from the guards as the kitten followed. One guard noticed her presence and leaned inward to Lady Astrea, whispering whatever they had wished. It might seem strange that she would silently stand next to the lot, so this did not surprise her.<br/>
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A guard then stepped forward, with his chest nearly puffed before askng...<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"State your business, woman."</span> He gruffly asked. <br/>
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Mystera continued to glance at the ground as her grasp on her suitcase tightened, and her eyes pleadingly glimpsed over at Professor Ianice and Dayyan.</span></span>