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</div><span style="font-size: 22px">Elaine Gibson </span><br/><br/>Elaine quickly grasped the end of her ribbon as the bird pulled at it. She looked up with confused eyes, unsure of why a random animal would attack her. She loved animals, she wondered holding on to the ribbon if she'd done something wrong to provoke it.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"> Please let go. </span></b>She said sincerely to the bird, despite knowing it would probably not understand. She tugged on the ribbon a bit to emphasize what wanted, trying to make her way toward the school. She glanced at her sword hanging on her belt but shook her head. She couldn't bring herself to hurt an animal even if it was being difficult. She had to figure some way to get the falcon to let go without harming it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-size: 10px">Location: Infront of main building<br/>
Company: With an odd falcon<br/>
Mood: Surprised</span>​</div>