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- Rowan Wand 15" Essence of Fang of Basilisk
Kristen lets a small smile play on her lips as she walks around the lake front, the grass under her feet. She takes in a deep breath of cool air and flops down in the sun, with her arms under her head as a pillow. She likes it her, and classes haven't even started yet. This place just makes her feel at home, which is a good thing, for she has never been far from her Papa for this long a time, not even when her mother was around.
She shakes her head slightly not wanting to think about her. She is always saddened when she thinks about her mother, and thus tries not too. To take her mind of sad thoughts Kristen starts to sing a song, letting the the words carry over the lake front.
She shakes her head slightly not wanting to think about her. She is always saddened when she thinks about her mother, and thus tries not too. To take her mind of sad thoughts Kristen starts to sing a song, letting the the words carry over the lake front.