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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1354145" data-attributes="member: 13681">Rainca's lopsided wolf's grin is wide as she sweeps to her feet, grunting as she does so... ...wounds are really barking, Rainca believes those Serin Sisters have more powers than Redarn says... ...Dioran inquires about her scarves. "The Barav Kree make fine cloths do they not?" She spreads the trailing end of one of the many sashes she wears. The patterns are intricate and strongly geometric. The colors bright and garish. "Rainca did not make this one. But, she has one that she did make." She lets the scarf flutter back into place as she turns to dig into her pack. After some shuffling she pulls out a small length of cloth perhaps a hand's breadth wide and an arm's length long. It is well, if not expertly, made and Rainca holds out for Dioran to inspect. Red, purple and yellow, mostly thin stripes, trimmed at the ends with a heavier silky tassels in deep purple. She beams, a model of savage pride. The manner of its creation can be easily deduced from inspection, and the methods are common, if uncommonly applied. "Rainca of the Barav Kree would be honored, Dioran Uthelem, if you would take this as a gift." The caster's mood does not go unnoticed by Rainca's sharp instincts. As he looks over her work she asks quietly, "Are you alright, Dioran Uthelem? Rainca senses that you are unsettled."*******Left to her own devices Rainca passes the evening in quiet conversation with her comrades. Textiles and casting with Dioran Uthelem (making a polite request that Dioran use any remaining magics to clean and mend the prisoners), spikes and brawling with Lupic, religion and meta-physics with Gath, The Hunt with Joseph Dar'maryon.</blockquote>

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