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Mira
Mira sniffed the outdoor air, crisp and clean, and her head cleared instantaneously. She, Lily and Willow ambled down the path, none of them speaking, just enjoying the rainwashed grass in silence. She shivered a little and pulled her cloak closer about her, the air chilled by the rain.
How beautiful the land is after a rainfall, Mira thought, letting her mind drift away upon the cool, misty air and sunny sky. Her reverie was interrupted by a young-looking dwarf who greeted them: "Good day to yeh, lasses."
Mira shook her thoughts away and looked at the dwarf, whose blue eyes twinkled merrily. She considered his cart and the mule towing it and curtsied, saying, "Good day, sir. How are you liking this lovely morning? Beautiful, isn't it?" As she awaited his reply, she unconsciously moved toward the mule and began stroking its forehead and its whiskery muzzle.
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