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Story: Gods Rising
( There was yelling into the night. Taerin rightly suspected she wasn't the only one to go without any sleep. )
Summary: Taerin has a conversation with her aunt the night before the wedding. Con-crit welcome.
Colors: Blue Caravan (10. And the words, they're everything and nothing)
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 317
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
( There was yelling into the night. Taerin rightly suspected she wasn't the only one to go without any sleep. )