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The young slate colored girl listened and watched as Edgar created his fearsome character. She wasn’t sure at all what she might do. As he finished both young ones looked to Winter as she beamed at her nephew and gave Poem some ideas as to what she would be in this created world. She looked up at her mother for encouragement as she decided.

”I want to be an otter,” she started. Remembering the family group that lived near the rapids over the spring. They were bright and vocal and Poem always giggled as she watched their aquatic antics. ”He.. is called Fishbreath by his friends, but his official name is River Runner. I think he’s a.. Ranger.. no. Druid.” She decided as she thought about it. The otters usually stayed by water sources, being a druid he would be able to adventure much easier without webbed feet.

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