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"They thought they could silence me, but my voice is the roar of vengeance that will echo through their world." ~Araneae Ruber.
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LUELLA FELT the warmth that she gathered from the garden. It was as though it were alive. Waving her hands over the lilies of the valley. She felt the spiritum that flowed from it.
'Archibald was right. They do contain spiritum.' She felt the dew from the previous night cling to her dress from the grass. Lifting the hems of the dress, she saw mud on the edge.
'I guess I would have to throw this dress away.' She muttered sadly. She was beautifully dressed in emerald-green silk, that blended wonderfully with the grass and plant.
"My lady, the blankets have being laid." Tiecia called out to her, waving her hands.
'She is really delighted about the picnic.'