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[detectivegoldstein]

He was feeling restless, not wanting to stay in his room anymore.  James wandered aimlessly around the hallways of the hotel, trying to get his mind off of everything.  Rounding the corner, he noticed one of the rooms had its door cracked, muttering heard from within.

Curious, he opened the door to a large study.  This was a part of the hotel the wolf had never been to.  In the middle of the room stood a redhead he’d seen around from time to time.  Her gaze cast down to some...thing that was glowing all magically and shit.  He could hear her muttering “how do I destroy you, you little piece of shit.”  

James cleared his throat to announce his presence.  “Uh, is everything alright?”  Moving a bit closer, he noticed the glowing thing was transparent.  “What is- is that a shard?”  He’d never seen one up close.  Hell, James barely understood what the damn thing even was, but it was all anyone was talking about since the ball.  He hadn’t stuck around for the big announcement, so he was still a bit in the dark.  All he knew was it was important for keeping the balance of nature, or something like that.

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[officerxhopps]

This time of year was always hardest for the dragon.  Seeing families and couples together, blissfully unaware of the rest of the world in their haze of happiness; it sent a knife through Eldrid’s heart with each passing day.  That is why today she found herself at the outskirt of the woods that bordered Wildemount.  No one would know that there once stood a cottage in this area, over a century ago.  All that now remained was a pile of rocks, a gravesite Eldrid erected to mourn her lost family.

One daughter had been returned to her, and for that she thanked the Gods every day.  But still, there was no denying that a gaping hole still festered from the loss of her other four children and lover.  She sat on the ground along the stone formation she created so long ago, unbothered by the crisp winter air.  An offering of flowers, small trinkets, and sweets burning in a small fire beside her.

Eldrid did not bother wiping away the tears as she watched the fire, a lit cigarette poised in her lips.  She hardly moved until the crack of a branch alerted her to the presence of another.  Tensing, the dragon stood up from her spot, looking around to see who dared interrupt her mourning.

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[lizzievelnias]

Walking down the street Lizzie could feel the eyes on her.  Ever since the ball the eyes were always on her.  And she could hear the whispering.  All the fucking whispering.  It was like her old town all over again, and the witch just wanted to curl up into herself.  No, stop!  Leave me alone!  I’m not a monster!  I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m not I’m-

Mid mental rant the small witch ran into someone.  Fire burned inside of her, ready to release at the slightest provocation.  But, seeing the familiar red locks eased her panic, like it always did.  She pulled Lily into a hug with a small sob, relief flooding over her.  

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[officerxhopps]

Eldrid plopped down on the couch with a bottle of vodka, handing it over to Ophelia with a grin.  “We need to start this girls’ night off right,” she chirped.  The dragon had invited her over, having got the feeling during the festival that the witch needed it.  She needed a night just for her to let her hair down, have a little fun.

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