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[In the past couple of days, Anodrac has taken the time to finally reclaim her original clothing (consisting of a long purple dress with white trim and a beige cotton sash of sorts) and get herself moved into the Seventh Floor of Community Building 3. Of course, her new abode is bare outside of the basic furnishings, but that's not an issue to her.]

[What IS an issue, however, is the fact that there's a heat wave outside. And we all know that heat rises... so her humble home, Room 34, is unbearably hot to her. As a result, every possible entryway into her room is thrown open in an attempt to get a decent breeze.]

[In spite of her efforts, however, things don't seem to be quite as cool as Anodrac would like; so, those paying verrrryyyyyy close attention to their journals can hear some quiet, not-very-pleased murmuring coming from her feed.]

This heat is almost unbearable... Dear Sirym, what I wouldn't give to be on a mountaintop right about now...

[For those that live in Building 3, feel free to wonder why she's got her door wide open/stop on by/offer the poor woman some sort of relief. For anyone not in the area... well, you can still offer tips on how to keep cool.]
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[The feeling of grass beneath her was a bit startling, and she shot up into a seated position; had she been attacked on the way to Bau by archers? Did some some of illness overtake her while she was traveling? Once her head cleared enough for her to think properly, however, she realized that she was thankfully unharmed -- save for the dull ache between her large wings, which she then proceeded to spend several moments examining -- and then rambling over, as she talks to herself about the complete impossibility of having a feathered set of wings on her person that are entirely too small to be of use...]

[... After she spends some time mulling over the illogical details in her head, she finally rises and takes a step forward -- her toes nudge the journal, which leads to her bending over and picking it up carefully. Her fingers trace over its surface for a moment before she speaks.]

This is a weird turn of events, indeed...

[Tucking the small book beneath her arm, she begins to walk on ahead.]

[After a long while of walking, the residents of the town can see a dark-haired woman with two large appendages tucked behind her back. Her darkened eyes are looking straight ahead, though her ears seem to be twitching and moving, ever so faintly, as though trying to pinpoint noises.]

[Luceti, meet Anodrac. Clearly, she's unfamiliar with her surroundings, and a little bit nervous, to boot. Anyone want to be the one to welcome her?]

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