Basia is sitting contemplatively in her floating chair, long messy red hair draped down her back through a loose loop in the back of the chair and a cloak, thick enough to covering her body without being translucent, if only just. That sure was an experience she just had.
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we are building a religion
Basia joins the coven properly
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we are building a religion
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her-mind-empty
Basia is sitting contemplatively in her floating chair, long messy red hair draped down her back through a loose loop in the back of the chair. She has a cloak, thick enough to covering her body without being translucent, if only just. That sure was an experience she just had. |
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