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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | It was only a couple of days now since Sorsha had woken next to Rathan. The nightmares still managed to make her wake in a cold sweat. She had said her goodbyes to him the moment extremely bittersweet. Filled with desperate kisses and crying. She had returned home to Nebel, despite what Rathan wanted to show her, she had preferred to spend the day alone.
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| − | That entire day, she had spent in her bed, crying. Thinking of both Rathan and Mathias. Going through every memory she could remember with each. Searching her heart for the answer she needed, but it was so hard. She didn’t want to choose but she had to. She had not eaten, had not slept, she had barely moved. Eventually her tears dried and she lay on her back, staring up at nothing, just following the small specs of dust as they floated on the air, shimmered by the sunlight. When night came, she was still in the same position. Then her tears started anew, the sensation in the pit of her stomach unbearable, as if someone had stabbed her and kept twisting the blade. Her cries were so deep, the grief within crippling her. Had she tried to walk, she would have only crumbled to the ground in a pitiful ball of weeping sobs.
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| − | It was one of the most difficult nights she had ever endured. When the sun rose, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend it wasn’t really day, but she couldn’t. Today was the day. The day she would tell them of her decision.
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| − | She took a bath, washed her hair and changed into black leathers. Her long hair was pulled back tightly and plated into one long thick braid. Catching her reflection into the looking glass, she sighed. Her eyes looked tired, her complexion pale, and her lips red and swollen from so much crying. She couldn’t do much about it now.
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| − | She wrote them each a letter, asking them to meet her as soon as they were able. And then she waited, her body trembling in anxiousness for what was about to take place.
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