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Wisteria Ryn
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The low light of the morning sun, obscured by fog, seemed to make Yona seem so dark and haggard as she stood by her set up, many a potion brewing, and metals boiling into liquid elsewhere. Her emerald eyes scanned the horizon, many citizens passing her by, but all she could do was violently shudder, speaking under her breath as she gazed back to her work.
"Ruddy, ruddy, ruddy! No one is coming! Argh! None of these pilots would ever hope to search that place!" She cursed thoroughly in her own tongue, seemingly from the west, before she sat down, hands on her head, as tears ran down her sullen cheeks.
This little lady wasn't having the best of days. She had been out here for a week now, preaching, telling of her theories, but now it seemed so hopeless. "No one would take me, would they? Not even to sight... Starmetal... Oh, this is horrible!" Thus, Yona broke out to a full sob.
"Ruddy, ruddy, ruddy! No one is coming! Argh! None of these pilots would ever hope to search that place!" She cursed thoroughly in her own tongue, seemingly from the west, before she sat down, hands on her head, as tears ran down her sullen cheeks.
This little lady wasn't having the best of days. She had been out here for a week now, preaching, telling of her theories, but now it seemed so hopeless. "No one would take me, would they? Not even to sight... Starmetal... Oh, this is horrible!" Thus, Yona broke out to a full sob.