The curse— RP

Squilf watched as people emerged from the water and the people on the beach seemed to be talking. should I join them? what if they're hunters? she straightened herself up, pulled her 'wings' (I think I'll call her flying squirrel stuff wings from now on.) around her so that they loked like a fur coat. She always did this when she introduced herself to strangers. alright, ready to go.
 

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