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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 had finally managed to pry herself away from the market. It had been an arduous process. She had wandered towards several stands and struck up conversations with the owners as they packaged her items. She would keep it light -- disinterested in the mundane while she chronicled what was needed for the evening. It had all been rather pleasant -- until the inevitable questions came. <br/>
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"<i>Will my daughter marry someone rich</i>?" One older woman asked, her crow's feet wrinkled in deep concern. <br/>
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"<i>Does my wife know of my infidelity</i>?" A young blonde man had asked, his vision wavering behind a sheen of tears. "<i>Do my kids</i>?"<br/>
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That question had her pulling her basket away from his hands and turning to the next vendor without acknowledging his pleas. <br/>
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Their questions had kept her in the village longer than she meant to. A sudden flash made her waver in her steps, pressing her back against a nearby wall of one of the older buildings in town. The very familiar sense of vertigo had her sighing, not interested in the swift flash of emotions or images that filled her mind's eye. However, her brief annoyance faded when she registered exactly <i>who</i> she was flickering through her head. <br/>
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After a long moment, the basket was at her feet and she was marching down the block before her mind could catch up with her actions. She wavered; but, before she could circle back around, a small figure was darting around the corner and straight into her side. A surprised noise rang clear through the air as she stumbled a few steps back, breathless with surprise as she took in the younger girl just inches away.<br/>
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"Mue?" Her voice was gentle as she called her name, standing up straight. She hesitated before she was reaching a hand up, gently pulling the girl closer to the building and away from the path that lead from the school. Sky-blue eyes swept up the path, looking for anyone trailing after the poor girl before she leveled her gaze downwards. <br/>
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"What happened?" Her words didn't seem to register. She let her hand fall away, not wanting to upset Mue more than she already was. "Are you in trouble at all? Don't tell me it was those jerks from the school. I thought Mister Asterrio might have done a better job at defending you by now!"</div></div></div>