[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama would draw to a prompt halt beside Sun, leaden orbs shifting towards the onyx figure of Radioactiveplague - an individual whom she happened to recognise with ease. A smile illuminated her expression, and she'd lift her paw in eager greeting towards the familiar Shadowclanner. "Ah, hello Radio!" She'd greet - as always, glad to see that he was doing quite well for himself, now. The brief period of time which had passed whilst he had been rather thin and drained, had been harrowing, so she was easily relieved to see that he was happy again, even if he had been in Shadowclan for quite some time now, since his return. "Thank you for the gifts!" The servaline opted to add, noting the slight tendril of a saccharine aroma teasing her nose, and pertaining to the scent of chocolates - a sweet that she happened to certainly enjoy and appreciate. "How have you been?" Tama inquired - she would ask about Shadowclan too, certainly, but Radio was a friend, and she was interested in his wellfare.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The other seemed rather quick in their arrival, and brisk departure, but as they pivoted to head home, the servaline would part her maw and resound with an eager chirp in response. "Thank you for the invite! Blizzardclan will be there to, ah, destroy you back!" Did that work? Probably.. Tama wasn't sure: she wasn't the type to make quirky battle-cries and over-confident remarks, though she certainly had faith in their snowball fighting skills, that was for certain. Anyhow, she'd draw to a halt beside Misty, leaden orbs pivoting towards her comrade. "Are you planning on attending, Misty?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Horrors, ah? Tama wasn't sure as to what was classed as a horror, these days. Just about everyone had seen their fair share, after all: that was how it always was. In fact, the amount of horrors one had seen often allowed people to gain leverage over another - it was.. harsh, in her opinion. Had she seen horrors? Yes. But, everyone had. Everyone had seen horrors by default. It was almost as if a tragic past was automatically built into the history of an individual. Tama hadn't been like that. She had had no real history, after all - as herself, anyway. What she herself had witnessed had been due to growth. It had been due to the present. It had been seen in this clan and.. Yet, in the meanwhile, she had seen plenty of good. She had plenty of people she still sought to protect, and people who did things for and said things to her which lingered in her mind, and held it together - easily tipping the grim substance out of sight and out of mind.
Anyhow, the servaline drew to a halt beside Guzma, a smile illuminating her features, followed by a prompt nod directed towards Obscuro in greeting. "Ah, Tama Xerses! Welcome to the clan, Obscuro!" Mortem.. Was she perhaps related to the other Mortems, or was this individual part of a different family, with the same name? The servaline wasn't sure.. But, they at least seemed somewhat friendly, so the servaline couldn't say that she believed that such a rather ominous sounding name suited them. "Let Tama know if you need anything, alright?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Strongest ally? That was certainly flattering, no doubt - that, and Blizzardclan happened to regard the Rift as a rather close and reliable ally, too. An alliance which hadn't faltered since it had been formed, and such happened to relieve the servaline. Anyhow, Tama's lips parted briefly, but.. She supposed that it was likely a more promising idea to start off with something a little more.. lively, perhaps? Anyhow, noting two individuals getting at it already, she'd pluck a clump of snow from the ground, attempting to announce her arrival by launching it towards Shiloh. "Ah, thank you for the invitation, by the way!" Tama would add with a vibrant chirp, briskly after her throw, before she'd dive behind a small mound of snow.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The subtle saccharine scent tinging the air had brought Tama's nose to twitch, expressing a piqued curiosity which sought to be satiated, by tugging her towards the small clump of individuals. Rowlet, in particular, seemed to have their gaze lingering on the various candies which they had found.. And, the servaline happened to have quite the interest in candies. Being somewhat of a notorious sweet-tooth: whilst marshmallows were her favourite, she felt her stomach thin immediately, in abrupt longing for the pale-hued sweets. However, she wasn't as abrasive as Guzma happened to be, and so she held herself back for a few moments, leaden orbs shifting towards the owl. "They look really tasty! Could Tama have one?" She'd inquire, with a gentle, though eager tone.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Speccy, don't be rude." The servaline would add in a firm manner, drawing to a halt by her son, and seating herself beside him. Though, it seemed as if both himself and Misty had quite the prominent rivalry between eachother.. And, well, there was nothing wrong with simple rivalries, so long as they didn't get out of hand. Anyhow, she'd pivot her leaden orbs towards Chestnut, towards whom she'd offer an eager nod, and a vibrant smile. "Count Tama in, too!" She paused for a moment, figuring that nobody had begun just yet. "Alright, ah.. Chestnut! Truth or dare?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline had been lingering nearby at the time, leaden orbs immediately tugged towards the flurry of alabaster swarming nearby, shifting, whilst a crystalline structure was formed, limpid surfaces reflecting the light and drawing an awe-strucken breath from Tama's throat. She'd quicken her pace, watching the ice fester and burst, several flecks of ivory powder descending to the ground at a delicate pace. She'd draw to a gentle halt beside Winterinferno, expression illuminated with a vivacious smile. "Win! That was amazing!" She'd chirp. "Tama doesn't tend to use ice elementals often enough.. But Tama thinks that that was very pretty!" Honestly, she tended to use earth the most, for its simple binds which she could lock individuals into, before conjuring her trident to manually tend to the battle. Otherwise, she tended to use fire for more abrasive and forward attacks, whilst water was nearly only utilised during natural disasters and the likes, or to extinguish the fire of another individual.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Ah, good morning!" Tama would resound, drawing to a pleasant halt beside Pierce, settling her delicate fore-paws infront of her as she seated herself, and coiled her slender tail around her alabaster frame, before raising her leaden orbs again, and settling them on the individual before her. "Oh ah, Tama Xerses, by the way!" The servaline figured that she'd might as well introduce herself now. Anyhow, it was fairly peculiar for someone to draw to a halt by the border, and sport the words 'good morning', instead of something that was a lot more.. common, so to say. But, the change was nice, and the servaline certainly wasn't complaining - in fact, Tama could appreciate that small tweak; it was rather refreshing, but not particularly obtrusive, either.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Ah, the servaline certainly recalled Olivia - they were another individual from Alola, no doubt, which was included in her brisk greeting. The servaline's expression illuminated with a vivacious smile, whilst she'd draw to a prompt halt beside Barry. "Alola, Olivia!" Tama would chirp, trying out the greeting herself, with an eager tone. "Ah, well, Tama would like to know whether you're settling in well, too!" She'd add, seeing as others had already asked them of how they had been doing. Though, she figured that it would also be best if she brought something a little.. new to the table. "Though, ah, is it alright if Tama asks stuff? Like, ah: what's your favourite colour - kinda thing?" They had called for a meet and greet, though seeing as they had already met.. Well, either way, Tama simply wished to get to know the other a little more.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Oh.. This would be the last meeting of the year, wouldn't it..? Ah - and what a year it had been. The servaline found a smile illuminating her expression, recounting on how much time had passed, in a period which seemed like no time at all. Though, then again, maybe a year wasn't a lot, after all? Maybe, she was simply thinking to greatly, but then again.. An entire year.. A part of her found herself curious as to how many meetings that would make.. How many weeks were there in a year, again? About fifty-two.. Then again, such wasn't too many. Anyhow, the servaline tugged her thoughts from becoming to tangled within her own, needless musings. She'd part her lips, addressing the clan with an eager chirp. "Blizzardclan, gather for the last meeting of the year!"
Well, she didn't have any demotions, specifically, though.. she had heard of some news. "Ah, Tama heard that Herc has.. passed away, as of this week." Perhaps, he would return? She didn't know, but a grim expression briefly skirted her countenance, and she allowed a small and respectful silence to linger, before moving on once again.
Now, for promotions, which were always a lot more.. enlightening, so to say. "Winterinferno, Grunt A, Guzma, Chestnut, and Jasper, are all promoted to Trainee! Congratulations, and well done!" They were all promising newcomers - alongside one returner - after all, and she was certainly glad to give them the promotions that they deserved. Though, alongside them, she also wished to note upon a few more newcomers which were also doing rather well - but she couldn't promoted them just yet. "Also, Sun, Aquaring, and Nanu - you three are doing well so far, so keep up the hard work!" She certainly wished to acknowledge them for their efforts, also, after all.
Moving on, she'd resound with a few high positions she wished to thank for their hard work, too - though she couldn't promote them, given how the rank-system was already neatly-filled. "Misty, Pierce, Kamari, Barry, and Speccy - you're all doing very well, too, so thank you all for your hard work!" The servaline would add, exceedingly grateful for their frequent presence and contributions to the clan, even by merely conversing with those around them, and interacting with other people. "And, Rid, Tama would like to see you around a little more after the holiday season, alright?" The servaline figured she'd add. She had faith in her comrade, though - and if he wasn't to pick up his activity for other reasons, then she would certainly understand.
Moving on from that, she had a few more things she wished to discuss. "Ah, now Tama has seen quite a few people join who.. already know eachother. Now, that's fine! But, Tama wants to make sure that you all interact with everyone, too." She didn't want any cliques forming, after all. Having close friends was fine, but she wouldn't appreciate it if people were to only communicate with those whom they were already familiar with. There had been no significant problems arising from such, thus-far, but it still concerned her, and she wished to address it before it became an actual problem, to ensure that no actual issue would ever arise in the near future.
Aside from that, though, she sought to end with some pleasant news, instead. "Also, the Rift has invited Blizzardclan to a snowball fight! They're very important allies to Blizzardclan, so Tama certainly encourages those who are interested, to take part!" After all, their own attendance to allied-events was fairly important, too, and it was very kind of them to have immediately resorted to inviting Blizzardclan among their various other allies.
"Ah, anyhow, that's all for this week! Activity has risen quite a bit over the past few days, so thank you for all of your hard work! Ah, and have a great new years, everyone!" Tama would conclude with a vibrant chirp, and a prompt nod. "Dismissed!"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The sound of a strained voice had drawn her towards the scene, alongside that of a particular scent - one that she found familiar, though it drew dread to clutch her chest, nevertheless. A metallic tinge tainting the crisp air, quickening the servaline's pace rapidly, until she finally skidded to a halt before the other individual. She paused, fictional brows furrowing as her gaze skimmed the other's several lacerations. "Tama will contact Mary, alright?" The servaline would assure them, briefly, sinking into her mind and attempting to retrieve the medic's attention to approach. Her ashen optics returned to the other, realising that they had.. asked for.. her? "What.. What do you need Tama for? Are you alright?" She would inquire, taking a few gentle steps towards the other, whilst a concerned expression would traverse her pale features.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Scars.. Ah. The servaline wasn't sure as to how she necessarily felt about her own. They were pale, and faded, in most areas, with the only significantly lingering one being the large, sealed gash by her left flank, from where Feliciano had tucked his talons within her flesh and torn the joint which had connected her wing to her spine, snapping it from its place and plucking it from her frame. She wouldn't necessarily say that she was proud of it, but with all of the other things that she would have to be ashamed of - for all the other things that she had done - such a discrepancy in her physical attributes was not the aspect which bothered her, about herself, the most.
However, different scars pertained to different meanings. Her own scar reminded her that the manner by which she had killed Feliciano, to protect her comrades from a similar fate, had been somewhat justified. Well, not necessarily justified, but there had been a meaning behind one of her first actions as a leader. There had been a reason, and such was embedded permanently upon her frame. It wasn't something she brandished as a trophy, but she wouldn't seek to hide it, either. It was merely there.. It was a small indication of a story that remained untold to most, in fact - though not many tended to ask. The servaline wouldn't have minded telling, either, but in the end.. there was no immediate inclination to do as such, so she refrained from mentioning it.
Anyhow, she drew to a halt beside Chestnut, overhearing the brief exchange of words occurring between the copse of silhouettes present. The servaline drew to a prompt halt beside the male, leaden orbs shifting gradually towards Alastor. Indeed, there was a slight glimmer of curiosity which arose in her mind, scattering her thoughts briefly - but she abstained from mentioning his mask. She understood that it wouldn't be her place to pry, at the moment. Therefore, she'd simply opt to offer them a light and eager nod, in response to their words. "Welcome to the clan, Alastor!" A chirp breezed by her parted lips, in her usual, vibrant-manner. "Ah, Tama Xerses, by the way! Let Tama know if you have any questions or concerns, alright?"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Much unlike Alastor, Tama had found herself quite easily lost in the enchanting, alleviated clump of floating islands, upon her own joining. She had been a child with no memories, however - no particular experience in anything at all, to guide her. The scent of clanmates hadn't been something that she had immediately noticed, when she was young. In a sense, it simply wove itself with the scent of the overall territory. After all, her senses had been blurred, muddied, and not particularly distinguished at that age. Therefore, she would have certainly spent weeks trying to adjust to a regular route alone, to head back to camp. The manner by which Alastor seemed to adapt so well was a certainly admirable characteristic to have.
The servaline had been lingering nearby, rather hungry, though instead of diving for some actual prey, she had found herself neatly opening a packet of sweets, which her mother-in-law had given to her as a gift. Now, she supposed, would be a great time to pluck an empty space to eat her meal, whilst perhaps engaging in a rather easy-going conversation. Such simplicity was solace, after all, and she was happy for the mundane, trivial moments which she could savour, at least before the eventual chaos which would always find itself approaching in some way or another eventually declared its crass presence.
It was now, that she noted an empty place beside Alastor, to whom she'd weave her way towards, producing a spirited countenance, complemented by the vibrant smile gracing her maw. "Ah, hello Alastor! Is it alright if Tama sits next to you?" The servaline would inquire, seeing as she didn't really wish to interrupt him if he was planning on having a quiet, contemplative moment to himself.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Oh - it was Sun, from earlier! The one which Guzma had threatened with a beating - though such likely pertained to a different meaning than she was expecting.. After all, surely, he wouldn't beat up an individual much younger than himself..? Tama would like to hope as such, though she found herself resounding with a quiet sigh, as she realised that she knew scarce information on those whom had hailed from Alola. They all seemed distinct in their own right, however. Anyhow, the servaline eagerly made her way over after Winterinferno, drawing to a prompt halt beside him, and opting to seat herself beside the alabaster canine. She'd tug her maw into a vivacious smile, and offer a rather spirited greeting towards the newcomer. "Ah, Sun! Have you been settling in well? Guzma hasn't threatened you with another beating, has he?" She'd eventually inquire, the latter presented with a rather concerned tone.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline would draw to a halt beside Win, a curious expression traversing her features. "Ice cream would be really nice right now.." Tama would murmur, quietly, beneath her breath, lips gently parting to facilitate the idle mutter which followed from overhearing Etherealpup's statement. Blizzies.. huh? It was certainly a surprising term, and she wasn't going to assume that it was a type of ice cream.. But, it really would be nice, if it were. Anyhow, Tama simply seated herself beside the alabaster canine, eventually settling her leaden orbs on the peculiar individual, and processing what he had resounded with.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Under regular circumstances, Tama likely wouldn't have recognised the other - after all, the shift from dalmation to panther was rather uncanny, and it was difficult to draw similarities between the two. Perhaps, she would have been able to note his familiar aura, but she doubted that she had known him for long enough to recognise him through the sudden change. However, as she lingered nearby, eventually weaving her way towards the other as she noted that she didn't believe that they had met, just yet.. Her leaden orbs would skim the mask he was fixing to his features, once again - and the mask had been what had immediately reminded her of Alastor, indicating that this panther, was in fact him.
"Alastor?" Tama would inquire, drawing to a delicate halt as her ashen optics skimmed his onyx frame. "Tama didn't recognise you there! Ah, though, it's certainly a nice change too!" She found nothing immediately wrong with his dalmation body, but the vessel of a panther also happened to suit him well - not to say that he was rather dark, and an obscured individual.. But, it seemed to just suit his personality, a little more, perhaps.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Another invitation from the Rift? That was certainly a pleasant surprise. The servaline drew to a prompt halt beside Misty, before a spirited smile would grace her pale features. "Wow, it's kind of them to have invited us to so many events, as of late." Perhaps, they would be best hosting something for the Rift, too? "Anyhow, anyone who wishes to attend the Rift's New Years party, is certainly welcome to!" The servaline would announce, briefly, returning her gaze once again to the note, once more.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]A waterproof bed, huh..? It did seem somewhat of a puzzling task, but she'd pivot her leaden orbs towards Barry, offering him a spirited chirp. "If anyone can make a waterproof bed, then it's got to be you, Barry!" Tama would assure him, aiming to raise a paw and pat her comrade briefly upon the shoulder. She'd return her ashen optics to Aquaring, shortly afterwards, also somewhat eager to assist in decorating his pool. "Ah, Aquaring, Tama would be happy to help you out, too!" It was certainly a great idea to give the pool some character, especially seeing as Aquaring would be spending so much time within it, too.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]The servaline withdrew a steady breath, leaden orbs skimming the territory. In all honesty, due to the festive season, she had gotten a little.. heavier. Though, such wasn't due to children, or anything of the likes - but, instead, she had loaded herself with so many sweets, and spent a smaller amount of time honing her practiced skills. Therefore, her slight amount of weight-gain was somewhat harrowing. The New Year hadn't begun just yet - and there would be no doubt that she would be eating more candy for the sake of 'celebration' - but she wished to slot in some sparring now. "Ah, would anyone like to spar Tama?" She'd inquire. "Powers, no powers - weapons, no weapons. Anything's fine!"
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]Tama would resound with an airy giggle in response to Win's brief expression of gratitude. "There's no need to thank Tama, Win!" She'd assure him, taking a few springs back to give them enough space to start as Speccy encouraged them to begin. "Are you ready?" The servaline didn't really want to jump at him all of a sudden, after all.
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