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Vi looked away as Safrin beheld him with such adoration, though there may have been just a flicker of a smile on his bearded face, beneath the blossoms. "Hope suits you, starlit one. Do not make yourself regret it." With a wave of a hand, the clouds parted once more, but by that time a Flowerbirth shower had thoroughly doused the Hollowed Grounds, barren and broken as it was.
He would leave her there, gazing upon the Spire and the monstrous thing she had not prevented from escaping, with much to think upon. But at least she would have her stars for company.
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