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Karabela was back on patrol. Today she chose to be slow and thorough, taking her time to explore Abaven's newest territory. The grasses stretched above her, the noon son barely filtering through the grasses and the air was alive with singing spring birds. She grinned. Wow… it was hard to believe she was 2 now! An official adult. The young woman paused, gazing up at the lazy clouds that were hanging in the sky and her thoughts drifted once again to her mother. There wasn't a day Dægmar wasn't in her thoughts…
Raba pushed away the sorrow that was hanging in her heart and threatening to nest itself in her mind. She needed to focus. Back on the move she continued on, listening to the breeze ruffle gently through the grasses in a springtime melody.
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