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Olya didn't seem to think so. Just that little, wordless hum had been enough to tell her that. Aw, she'd guessed wrong again! The girl's pale ears drooped. "I think your skin needs something stronger. That's why we're coming here," just like that, Olya revealed a fantastic sight. The river was getting much wider, and she could see its sandy bottom rising up as they walked. Woah. She'd never seen a river do that before. "I think some fumitory would be far better for your skin."

That's what it was! The plant Olya'd mentioned while she'd been investigating the dandelions. She followed her teacher's gaze upwards, and saw the stars had all disappeared. Dang it! She hadn't even said goodbye to them! How lame. "How?" She asked now, looking around. It smelled... stinky. Not like the big meanie, he smelled like old, dead stuff. This was... weird. There weren't words for it. No way to describe it, in her young mind. "What's that smell?" She exclaimed, face screwed up in disgust.

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