Asmalp Forest~An elf RP~•There's a storm coming, best ye be prepared.

Raven walked over and sat down next to Wyllow, Devlyn sat down next to her, they listened to her song. "It's pretty," Devlyn whispered to Raven, who nodded.
 
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Wyllow nodded and began to sing a peaceful and almost melancholy melody in her deep, lovely voice. She closed her eyes and imagined a meadow, teeming with life and prosperity.

Was a hallucination, or were Engla's fingers shrinking, cutting down on the swelling, and turning from a bloody, dirty peach-red to her normal pale, almost white digits?
 
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Engla's hair suddenly turned smooth, pale whitish-blond as it should be, with dyed streaks of sky-blue.
Her now-healed right hand moved in the air and settled on her stomach, while her left hand flew to her eyes.
 

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