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    Aela -- Year 216


    "So she smiles prettily and steals away when she can. Feels the brutal pounding of others around her with a savagery that she has never comprehended—their emotions so vast, their hearts so wicked. It warps her more than she was already warped. It presses a thumbprint of cruelty into her darkness, shaping her into a thing of shadow, a thing of longing, a thing carved from the darkness between every breath." --Baptiste, written by Laura

    [open]  our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust

    our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust

    Despite the years she has spent at the periphery of the Field, Xi has yet to grow weary of the quiet solitude it affords her. Nearly two trips around the sun and there are only a handful of substantive conversations she can remember ─ even those were short-lived, snipped at the bud just as quickly as she was able.

    She holds out hope that today will be similar to nearly every other day she'd spent meandering the expansive Field at her leisure. Quiet, uneventful. But the summer sun has drawn even those who typically remain hidden away at home out to play, leaving the ivory and peach woman to concentrate a bit more that usual on the art of evasion.

    Eventually, the long verdant grasses prove ineffective in shielding her from attention, prompting Xi to take to the clear skies for a bit of casual flying. She coasts from thermal to thermal, flapping her lucid wings as minimally as possible, and watches the grounded goings-on from high above.


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    Xi possesses Spontaneous Shattering.
    Noises louder than a whisper result in nearby objects exploding.

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