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october comes, a mourning song in the air,
a soft weeping in the willow tree,
a mission of night - carving spirits,
from the breeze."
- Segovia Amil
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n i c k n a m e s x // x izzie
a g e x // xtwenty-five
g e n d e r x // xfemale
o r i g i n x // xtamrest forest
s p e c i e s x // xhalf-elf
c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 1 â sorceress
o c c u p a t i o nx // xformer acolyte