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She felt Vidia pass, more than saw her. A strong breeze followed the quickest faerie Clarion had known, and a smile pulled at her lips as she watched her go through the fields, flowers bending against her speed. The fast-flying Vidia was talented, to say the least---- the only downside to her talent being that she knew how good she was.
❝Vidia?❞ Her voice cut through the winds easily, though without ever-raising above the gently even tone she spoke with, ❝May I have a word with you?❞














