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Cierzo felt positively useless. Just as her parents had always screamed at her. Just as her mind did in their place now. Not a thing she did ever turned out right, not once in her life- unless someone else had planned it. Cie fought her tears, her bright eyes peering up at the girl whom was helping her regain her composure with a helping paw. The girl was dark orange in the dim lighting, with dark horns to boot. But her eyes shone bright blue despite the darkness of the night. Cie was helpless but to follow the suggestion of the stranger- her soul unwilling to say no. “O-okay. Thank you…” She spoke in a soft, embarrassed tone- knowing full well just how horrible she must have looked. Cierzo never had any fight in her, so even if this girl was about to do something bad to her there would be no stopping it; not with her brother away from her. And that had been of her own volition. Anything so he did not see her behaving so wretchedly.

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