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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alegreya|Poiret One' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>#josc3{background:url('http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart-bg_zpsdtw9qpsx.jpg');background-size:600px;width:600px;border:#151412 1px solid;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #151412;padding:0px;}#josc3pic{width:600px;z-index:0;position:relative;margin-top:0px;}#josc3box{width:550px;background-color:#3f4660;border:#151412 1px inset;opacity:0.8;z-index:1;position:relative;margin-top:-60px;margin-bottom:25px;}#josc3words{width:540px;color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;}#josc3name{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:40px;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:0px;margin-top:0px;}#josc3quote{color:#f7f6f4;font-family: 'Poiret One', sans-serif;font-size:12px;text-transform:uppercase;font-style:italic;}#josc3quote2{color:#000000;font-family: 'Alegreya', serif;font-size:14px;font-style:italic;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-8px;}</style><center><div id="josc3"><div id="josc3pic"><img width="600px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/insane43/mikanicole-deviantart_zpsdwryaalu.png"></div><div id="josc3box"><p id="josc3quote">There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.</p><p align="justify" id="josc3words">The trek up the mountain is not an easy one. It was not meant to be. But for her sisters, for a new home, it is worth every step.
The air grows thinner as they push on, but soon enough, magic begins to fill the air. Even as Naga turns to address them briefly, the cracks scoring her skin begin to glow and pulse with brilliant white light. Drawing in a deep breath, she pauses a moment to relish the feeling of her gifts coursing through her once again. The urge to fly is strong, to float up into the air without the aid of such heavy, clumsy wings, but she resists. She resists because the sisters need her, because supporting them is more important right now than escaping to the skies.
Soon after, they arrive at the summit. Her breath comes short and rapid, nostrils flaring and sides heaving. With the cold, thin air at this height, it takes longer than usual to recover. But soon they have all gathered, recovered, and Naga begins speaking. Her words are pretty and humble, far more so than Joscelin could ever hope to speak. She might feel them in her heart, but words, diplomacy, these are not her strengths.
So she remains silent. She listens quietly as others speak, and she hopes Beqanna can see the truth in her soul.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>
The air grows thinner as they push on, but soon enough, magic begins to fill the air. Even as Naga turns to address them briefly, the cracks scoring her skin begin to glow and pulse with brilliant white light. Drawing in a deep breath, she pauses a moment to relish the feeling of her gifts coursing through her once again. The urge to fly is strong, to float up into the air without the aid of such heavy, clumsy wings, but she resists. She resists because the sisters need her, because supporting them is more important right now than escaping to the skies.
Soon after, they arrive at the summit. Her breath comes short and rapid, nostrils flaring and sides heaving. With the cold, thin air at this height, it takes longer than usual to recover. But soon they have all gathered, recovered, and Naga begins speaking. Her words are pretty and humble, far more so than Joscelin could ever hope to speak. She might feel them in her heart, but words, diplomacy, these are not her strengths.
So she remains silent. She listens quietly as others speak, and she hopes Beqanna can see the truth in her soul.</p><p id="josc3name">Joscelin</p><p id="josc3quote2">Tiphon x Elysteria</p></div></div><font size="1" color="#000000">html c insane | picture c mikanicole.deviantart.com</font></center>