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Wilwa walked back into the Barrow thinking that she had missed the intire party, but she was wrong the party at still only just begon. She found a small corner to put down her violin and her gift (a set of silver spoons to replace those that had been stolen from the wight the year before) so she could walk aourd freely.
Her long dark hair was now put up on one side with a butterfly pin that matched her dress. She wandered around, a little shy, to try to find someone fun to have a conversation with.
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Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin
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