𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 paper of her book , sketching a dog from the wetland stable. she was rather surprised that it was remaining still , even though its tail was wagging behind it. how well behaved it was. she’d be sure to reward it with some meat once she was done. but not even a few minutes later would she pause , tapping her drawing medium against the corner of the book before glancing towards her traveling partner. ❝ ruta ... have you ever thought about, what it would be like if the calamity never existed? ❞
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