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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>Reproached.</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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A laugh bubbled its way out of her mouth at the jest, her fingers squeezing her reassurance to the younger girl. The crowded kitchens were hard to navigate especially with someone trailing behind her, clinging to her. The sudden realization that bringing Mue into a room filled with humans might not be the best idea. They were servants, she knew, and no matter the circumstance, they were poor. She had thought that would spare her friend the lingering looks that often followed her. To her dismay, a few people were watching the pair with shrewd gazes and narrowed eyes. <br/>
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A particularly bold man scoffed as she passed. Sticking out her tongue in a childish display, she turned back around in time to catch sight of her mother heaving another pair of dishes into the sink. She perked up at the sight of her mother, her graying hair tied up in an elegant twist. Her fingers were slim and her face angular, all folded into a slender frame that wore the same dress she had been gifted several months before by her father.<br/>
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"Mum!" Wisteria called, waving her free hand enthusiastically. She rounded her mother's back, her smile widening as she caught sight of the cloudy gray gaze that focused on her. " Mama, would you mind talking to the pair of us while you work? Mue has some unique circumstances she needs help wi--" <br/>
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"<i>Hello, Mue, dear. Hi, honey</i>," Her mother interrupted, sending her daughter a mock-serious pout before turning towards the goblin girl. Her crow's feet wrinkle around her eyes, fondness in her expression. "<i>I hope you both know you can talk to me whenever you need. So, just tell me whatever it is that seems to be bothering you </i>." <br/>
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