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Theme: N/A
Character: Dove
Words: 101
One year into her reign. The isles are unstable as ever. Her days are filled with reports to be read, forms to be approved, guests to greet, appearances to be made, meetings to be run--
Sometimes Dove wants to leave the palace; leave Rajmuat -- the too-bright sun, the merciless heat, the stifling air, thick with sweat and perfume.
She thinks of the Lombyn Highlands. If she cannot rewind time, then let her breathe the cold mountain air. Let her rest in the shadow of clouds. Let her listen to nothing but the wind, whispering, I give you your soul again.