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[Celeana]

Celeana

She grows concerned, maybe a little heart broken when Joscelin speaks. How could she not remember her? Joscelin had rescued her numerous times from the terrors of her childhood, even when they first met she chased off a stallion that had terrified the little white girl. How could she not remember her?

"Mom—Joscelin, you adopted me, you protected me. You thought me how to fight, and to stand up for myself." she pauses, a lump forming in the back of her throat."I'm your Celeana, your daughter. Do you remember me?" her muzzle reaches out once more towards her mother. She needed her... and she missed her.

Her verdant gaze wavers over Marlyn, she could feel the tension welling within the air, and took little note of it."Joscelin, you lived in the amazon—the jungle. You were a warrior, but you disappeared after the world changed." She paused, truth laced in every individual word emitted from her pink lips.

"I looked for you. I tried, I searched all over Beqanna for you. But you were no where in sight." Her emerald hues meet Joscelin, then Marlyn her facial expression still riddled with immense worry.

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