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The woman allowed herself to be led inside the tree without a struggle. She was far too exhausted from the running and the tumble she had taken, not to mention the crying that had left her drained of energy. Though, she would never have put up a fight regardless of the orange girl's intentions anyways. She settled into a hunched over sitting position, her toes touching the now named Raka.

“I-I am Cierzo.” Her voice was a whisper of a thing, pitiful and ashamed of being seen as she was. But she quickly tacked on her last name, that important surname she and her brother had given themselves. “Cierzo Anemoi.” Cie held in the flinch that threatened to shake her entire body as Raka brushed muck from her coat, eyes darting up to meet the other female's gaze as she took in the gentle tones of her voice. They had similar eyes, but Cierzo’s were a tad bit darker and duller. She bit her lip, gaze falling to the pretty chest and forelimbs of her new acquaintance. “I… had a nightmare of something… that happened to me.” She shouldn’t be telling the girl this, she shouldn’t be telling anyone this. Fear prickled the back of her neck and traveled her spine, eyes stilling to stare blankly at the paws of Raka.

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