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[madamemoiselle]

{A fine pavilion suddenly appears on the plane. It's quite the work of art too, despite the broken sword wedged into one of the columns. Growing all around it a blue roses, the color of a summer sky, and for you observant ones, the same color of Diva's eyes. At first it seems like it came alone, but looking up, Diva is standing right on the pointed top with ease, a rapier in her left hand. She's even dressed for the occasion, but she sighs and sits on the top of the iron top, looking down at the sword stuck in the marble}

Ne~ James went too far. I really liked this too! Oh well, I guess. Amshel will just have to call that man to make another again.

{She waves her hand idly and frowns} I really hate practicing. It's so boring.