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We Shape Our Lives Like Clay   1520.06.19  
Creators: Deirdre / Wyld_Dandelyon (Writer)
Fleitamelo grounded her daughter for playing on the wharves, then decided it's time for a private conversation with her.
Posted: 05/11/10      [1 Comment] ~ 9 words.
 

Arremina sat rebelliously with her mother, Fleitamelo, in Fleita

Author's Notes

This was inspired by two of Ellen's prompts during the third Muse Fusion; she wanted a story that shows what it's like to be a southern child and also to see more of Iremina. In response, I wrote a story where we see a bit of both through the eyes of my protagonist.


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