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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>Unsure.</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 thought of many things to say while walking back to the manor. The basket in her hands had swayed between damp palms, her steps unwavering but unsteady. It was clear her mind was elsewhere as the pair continued up the snowy trail and closer to the small cluster of noble homes. <br/>
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Although Wisteria knew Mue had been a little stubborn in her pestering, she knew there was no malice behind it. How could there be? At twenty-four years old, Wisteria knew her resolve. She knew her strengths and her weaknesses. No adversaries had hassled her for who she was or pestered her beyond her abilities just because of her race. The same could not be said for Mue -- and this fact had Wisteria feeling steadfast in her decision to speak with her mother.<br/>
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However, Mue's confession made her pause. <br/>
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She swayed in place, brows furrowed and almond-shaped eyes narrowed behind thick frames. A smile worked its way over her mouth before she reached out, clasping the younger girl's hand with hers. <br/>
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"Don't be ashamed. I'm not judging you. You were scared; and its not a shame to be. You want to go to White Castle. It's been a dream of yours since before I knew you." She huffed of a wistful sigh, the air blowing white before filling the air. "Besides, my ma is the smartest woman I know. She used to be a noble -- she knows a lot about the politics for mages. I'm sure she'll give you some good ideas for attracting the teacher's attention before they leave."</div></div></div>