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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia was leaving her cabin, her paws leading her towards Riddlersgame's library. The BlizzardClan deputy was rather looking forward to seeing her boyfriend although she was not so young and needlessly infatuated that she would die if she did not see him immediately. Their relationship had been one of long periods of pining and waiting but Sweetophelia was satisfied with where her life was at now, even if she occasionally wondered after what might have she become if she hadn't resigned in BlizzardClan or BloodClan. She had been so ambitious, so lively then.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;] Spectralregalia had been padding along in a bored daze, unsure what to do with the sudden free time he had. The kits had taken up much of his time and attention, though it didn't surprise him. The real shocker wasn't that Wren had offered to watch them, and he now had a whole day of extra time on his hands. The recovering male had slipped out of his home and begun wandering the territory to stretch his legs when he saw Sweetophelia. "Sweet." The combatant greeted from a short distance away. "I haven't gotten a chance to personally congratulate you on your promotion."


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    I JUST WANNA RUN || TAGS

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=10][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia turned, her ears pricking at the sound of her name being called. She blinked, recognising Spectralregalia as a slight smile crossed her features. They had never been particularly close but she always held a certain fondness for the young Combatant even after she was no longer his direct superior. "Ah, thank you - your congratulations is much appreciated." She was glad that Tama had entrusted her with her new position but at the same time Sweetophelia couldn't help but remember how much more excited she had been when she had first been promoted to Deputy - by Feliks. She had been so young, so full of hope and ambitions. To think that she had resigned and walked away from it all, left her clan and friends behind.


    Sometimes Sweetophelia still wasn't sure what she had been thinking at the time, even if she did not regret her children - Lucerys and Jaehaerys. "I heard your children were borne. I'm sorry that I was not there to support you. How are you feeling?" Childbearing was a slow, painful progress - as she would know.


    No worries!
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