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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Nestled under a shrub, not very far from the the cathedral's access, was the unmoving physique of Ivanette. She had been taking advantage of the vegetation's shade and the relief it brought to her scorching flesh, as she had just returned from another long excursion. One of the many things that she could not withstand was the blistering heat, especially if she had gone without water for what felt like forever and a day. Anyways, despite her fatigue, she was open to conversation as always, as her large ears softly swiveled upon her cranium.
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