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She felt imprisoned.
That was the effect her armor, or clothes in general, had on her. She just hated wearing clothes, even dresses.
Nothing can beat the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, she thought, letting them descend and ascend in it's current, occasionally hitting my bare back in what most seems like a caress, the fur of my equine half brushing slightly my human skin, a chilly leaf landing straight on my shoulder only to be swept away again by a guts...
Her thought were interrupted by her herself, as she realized that both the minotaur and the mystic were proceeding towards a notch in the wall in front of them, same wall that was previously guarded by two statues (both of them now lay lifeless -or should I say magicless- broken to pieces on the floor like some sort of wicked ornament.
She took a brief moment to fix her scrunchie, damning mentally her leather armor that didn't allow her to move as freely as she would have liked, before joining the others. Three colourful gems, one coin pouch and a dagger stood in the little cavity, just waiting to be picked up. Brimelle protruded her arm, grabbing the dagger swiftly.
Just as she stopped to look better at it, she heard a female scream echoing through the old elven astronomical observatory. Her eyes instinctively went to Kon es Kaz and Vorador and she knew that they were thinking exactly what she was thinking.
"What did the kender do this time?"

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