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    Open It is quite a nice day

    Anemone twirled through the markets. "Julianna your croissants are fluffy and beautiful as always." She smiles to her and skips and curtsies on bare feet across the splintered planks of so many ships, eyeing every sort of wonderous item the sea has brought to her flotilla home. "Mister...
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    Open The Tides that Bind (with tentacles)

    Anemone rested on her knees on the bow of the Vagrant Breeze, a small schooner bound for a port on the mainland. Her eyes were entranced, fluttering, seeing all of the currents of the air. An angry stormcloud in the distance, she lifted a finger, swirled it so, to tell the captain to adjust...
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