<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Postscript</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">The raven haired little girl looked up from the paper upon which she was drawing a series of bizarre and intricate symbols like the ones she’d seen around the city. She wasn’t any older than seven, and simply thought the symbols pretty, wanting to try to draw them herself. One of these was a blue symbol her mother was fond of, though she’d drawn a bird over top of it, since mommy had made it very clear that symbol could bring harm to those who didn’t know how to use it’s power properly. “Auntie Limia!” she exclaimed, clinging to the older, steely haired woman’s skirts. “Why are you here?”<br/>
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With a deep breath, followed by an even deeper sigh, she reached down and picked the girl up, brushing the wild hair behind her slightly pointed, half elven ears. “Mommy ran into some trouble at work so you’re going to stay with aunt Limuria for a while, alright? My cook is making shepherd’s pie for dinner.” she watched the girl’s eyes light up with excitement, before looking away, sorrow filling her own. The clay ring she wore on her right hand was gone, shattering while she’d handled some of her own work. It had only meant one thing. Castelis didn’t think she was going to make it back in time for dinner for a good long while...</span>