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DAYS passed, Guinevere was getting pretty bored in Nemos, she needed something to keep her mind off of the past events and worries. Eventually, she offered to help the preparations for some wedding.
"Where did you learn to sew, Guinevere?" asked Amelie, a Snake Clan fey who took a liking in Guinevere.
"My dad is...was a tailor. He showed me some basics." the girl responded, her chest suddenly heavy at the mention of Raphael.
Amelie nodded, continuing her work.
"You are amazing at this." Guinevere complimented as she watched the fine details on the bride's dress. Amelie just smiled.
"That boy, Squirrel, is he your brother? I saw you were proctecting over him." the Snake Clan fey knew Guinevere was too young to have a child as old as Squirrel, so he must be her family.
"He is a friend, all I have left from home." her eyes were a little wet now "I don't know what happened to my brother..."
Amelie squeezed her hand, giving her a reasuring smile, which Guinevere returned.
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TRISTAN POINT OF VIEW
He and Claire, the Tusk women from Dewdenn were wandering in the woods for days. Hungry, tired and filthy. At first it was just the two of them, trying to get to Gramaire. On their way however, they met other two feys, two Fauns.
