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@thepaphianqueen This was it, she was going to do it. A whole year of carefully designing her masterpiece, making sure every line, every inch of the paper was absolutely perfect. It was the perfect opportunity to finally show off her stuff, to show that she had a real prize of a brain in her head. And with Aphrodite alone in her quarters for the moment, she knew it was the best shot she could get. Gripping the roll of paper in her hands, Zamara takes several deep breaths as she prepares herself, firmly planting herself in front of the main doors to Aphrodite’s room. But alas, she just stares, her face slowly growing red as she struggles to rap her hand on the door. She lets out a frustrated grunt and swirls around, softly talking to herself, to reassure her that it was going to be okay. After her ‘talk’ she quickly turns to the door and raps her fist against it, stepping back and mumbling a prayer that everything would go alright.
