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❝Oh? Do you need some help?❞

Or they could just be staring at her because of the odd little wings on her head - though that could just be head decorations. Right? Like the larger ones on her back?

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     ❝. . . .❞

     Quietly, somewhat still shocked from disbelief, the deity surveyed what had once been the progress of her home. It was nothing more than scattered rocks, loose dirt & broken lumber amidst the spires of earth that had erupted from the ground throughout the small cut of wilderness she claimed as her own, piercing through anything that were in the way.

     These flashbacks were becoming dangerous. It was not so bad if only herself was damaged as she couldn’t tell the difference between reality & the past that took hold of her mind - but what if someone had been near during this. . ? It wouldn’t matter if she could heal them entirely of their wounds or even bring them back from the brink of death if it were severe enough - just because she could reverse the harm didn’t negate the fact that she had caused it in the first place.

     Staring down at her still shaky hands, she let out a puff of air. What exactly could she do about this. . ?

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It would be rather easy to conjure up a blank book in order to begin the work of transferring the knowledge onto paper. Yet it seemed to not be the case for her as Rosalia would set the binding in place with delicate fingers, weaving the threads as necessary.

Such a mortal practice, one could say. But it gave her mind something to focus on at present. Much so that she could tune out the world around herself as well.