Ephemeral Relationships Finished PV Valentin Schnell by Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood

Valentin entered the stadium with a headrush of memories to greet him. While he loved the place too much to feel overwhelmed, just being back in the epicenter of some of the most dramatic moments of his life made his heart race. Oh, the chances that slipped through his fingers here, and the moments of glory……. Meandering about as if in a dream, Valentin forgot that he had originally come to scope out the tents they’d reserved for his school. Instead, the energy of the encampment filled him with wanderlust. These grounds were a place where dreams could be reclaimed, and the sky above it was where he could transcend the weight of the past.

Turning the corner a hair too fast in his excitement, Valentin almost stumbled into a young blonde and, as he recovered his balance, his eye locked onto the golden glint of a pair of fine cufflinks. An amused smile lit up the White Niffler’s face, but the question was – who did they belong to? Looking up to see familiar waves of blonde hair, Valentin’s breath caught in his throat. It was him. No, no it couldn’t be. Blinking, shaking his head vigorously, Val tried to get a better glimpse of the young man’s face, but it was just slightly too turned away. Can’t let him get away… the truth… I must KNOW! Valentin’s hand reached out for the other’s shoulder, afraid the other would vaporize in a flash of light if he were too slow to prove that he was real after all.

“A– !” began Val, but his voice broke off when the other’s face came clearer into view. Was it “Alexander”? The water spirit? The… blinking hard, Valentin realized he didn’t know the other’s face anymore. What was he supposed to look like? Wasn’t it him? This was all extremely familiar, like… last summer… just a year ago, in that terrifying kissing tent. No, he wasn’t that water nymph then, either. This was someone Val knew even before he’d had his world turned upside down by some otherworldly siren. This was…

“Tristan.” It is, right? I… ? I have to be right. I’m not losing my mind. I’m sane. I’m sane. “I’m sorry, I almost mistook you for someone else… again.” Valentin’s expression was flushed with stress, but he seemed genuinely apologetic. “Hey, I never got to tell you… I’m… truly sorry about last summer. I didn’t know where you were coming from back then, and I misinterpreted what you were trying to do, and I was… You just triggered my memories of someone else back then, too. When you explained yourself I began to understand that you were experiencing that too, but then everything just went crazy after that. Someone issued my best friend a death threat and I just lost it.” Eyes flitting from gold accent to gold accent across Tristan’s outfit, Valentin took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I treated you really badly. I was panicking and that’s no excuse, but I felt like the world was going to collapse on me at that moment. I know it wasn’t reasonable. That was simply how I failed to deal with my crisis. Could you please accept my apology for being so rude and assuming unfair things about you?” Shoving his hands in his pockets, Valentin seemed angry at himself, but his eyes regarded Tristan with genuine care. “Even when you explained about your anniversary, it didn’t sink in for me until after you were gone. You must have been having a really hard time then, and then I made it worse.” Pulling his scarred right hand out of his pocket and extending it towards Tristan, Valentin’s lips pursed with the wish that they could make amends. He didn’t need to think about it a moment longer, since he’d already been beating himself up over it at various times over the last year.

“I think we both just reminded each other of someone else, and I didn’t deal with that well. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me, might I offer you a tea or something else you find appealing? Since it was around your anniversary last year, I suppose the same must be true now as well. Surely there is a vendor somewhere around here...”

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 17

Abilities:
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela

@Tristan Theramin

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Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with a green tie with gold accents and green hankerchief. Gold colored cufflinks and sharp dress shoes.	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Valentin Schnell	Location London Quidditch Stadium	IC Date Forward Dated to First Day of Camp

Ephemeral Relationships

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xxxxx𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁-𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝗎𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, "𝖮𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾."

xxxxx𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. "𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗒𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗇, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇.

xxxxx𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, "𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?" 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, "𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾." 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. "𝖮𝗁 𝖬𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍!"

xxxxx𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. "[color=#v]𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎[/color]" 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. "𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈."

xxxxx𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, "𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌." 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖴𝖸 𝖲𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

xxxxx𝖬𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗒, 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, "𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖨𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄? 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌!" 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽, "𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾?"

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"𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎?"

“Yeah, it’s me,” came the cheerful, bashful response. “I’m okay. I had a really tough year, but so long as I keep people close to me, it’s all going to be alright.” After months of avoiding others and seeing the toll it took on him, Val was not eager to repeat the mistakes of his past.

"𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖨 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗐𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾… 𝖮𝗁 𝖬𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍! "

“It’s okay. Thank you,” the seeker replied with a nod. Seeing Tristan offer his hand for comfort, Valentin knew it was time to show that he wouldn’t misinterpret such affection as mockery from the lad again. Taking the blonde’s hand and putting it onto his own left shoulder, Val smiled back confidently. Still, having done it, Valentin realized it had been a long time since he’d felt the touch of another and began to blush. “Yes, that threat to him was a part of it, but in all honesty, I was afraid that I would end up kissing you… I mean, not like kissing you would be bad, but I’d like such a thing to be real and for me to not be mistaking you for someone else in the process, I mean…” Batting his white eyelashes rapidly, Val realized his words were running away with him. Things had come out a bit differently than he’d intended. “I just don’t do such things casually. I know that other people went to the game for fun, and I guess that’s just the culture, but… a kiss from me carries a lot of meaning and importance. I could never trade one to gain something for myself – not even in the name of competition.”

Smiling as Tristan accepted his opposite hand in a grip of mutual forgiveness and acceptance, Valentin felt a weight melt from his shoulders. He hadn’t realized how much it had been bothering him until the wound between them began to mend. “I never meant to be so volatile and judgmental. I’m so grateful to have bumped into you again here.”

"𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌." Rather than shaking Val’s hand, Tristan’s thumb roamed over its contours like a small caress. The pink color of the seeker’s cheeks deepened to vermilion as heat crackled across the Frost Captain’s face. He was certainly not used to being handled this way, instead usually receiving physical attention in the form of gruff shoulder bumps and other sporty gestures. Certainly his friends hugged him freely on sight with exuberance, but Val was just as likely to get a scratch from physical affection with his peers as he was to receive a gentler display… and definitely nothing as tender as this. The tears in Tristan’s eyes demonstrated that his act was indeed heartfelt, and with his face as luminous as a red supergiant, the blonde positively radiated purity. Valentin blinked again and again as his heart dropped into a freefall, and all at once he remembered that feeling he’d experienced on the shore of the Great Lake. This was why Tristan reminded Valentin of Alexander, and why he was so deeply vulnerable to his power.

“I was afraid of you before, partly because I wanted to believe your spirit was so true but didn’t think it really possible anymore. I thought it must be a mask, but I see that I was wrong to doubt you. How very crude of me. Hope can hurt when it is dashed, but one must care for it nonetheless so that it does not wither away. Why is it that so many I meet hide behind one façade or another? Pah, what does it matter. We have this moment. Let us start again.”

Once more, Tristan offered his hand, and Valentin looked down to watch as he took it gently into his own. Then, with a playful tug, the captain shot his eyes over the encampment in search of a target. Not waiting to find where they were going, he began to walk together with the darling blonde, accelerating with long strides of newfound excitement.

"𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖨𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄? 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌! "

Just then, an itch at the corner of Val’s mouth turned into a crooked smile. He wanted to do it. He had the perfect opportunity to do it. Just as he was squeezing the other’s hand and taking a deep breath, however, an unexpected question followed.

"𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾?"

The question made sense, considering the time of year. Waiting would only sweeten the result, anyway, Val chose to believe. He wanted to learn all about this beautiful boy now as a priority anyway.

“Ah, yes. My friend Aida studies them. I think they’re magnificent, too, but if you have specific questions then I can connect you two. I began to see them after the loss of my mother, and then… no, nevermind. Tell me, do you see them? Do you find them beautiful as well?”

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 17

Abilities:
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela

@Tristan Theramin

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Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with a green tie with gold accents and green hankerchief. Gold colored cufflinks and sharp dress shoes.	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Valentin Schnell	Location London Quidditch Stadium	IC Date Forward Dated to First Day of Camp

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xxxxx𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, "𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴."

xxxxx𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘹𝘺𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

xxxxx𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, "𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧?" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮, "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘚𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥.

xxxxx"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴." 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯, "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩."

xxxxx𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴. "𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, "𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘐 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

xxxxx 𝘐 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳, 𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦, '𝘈𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘳𝘦; 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳; 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 ê𝘵𝘳𝘦' 𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦; 𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦; 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦; 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦; 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.' 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

xxxxx"𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, "𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥."

xxxxx𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. "𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘖𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵!" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴!" 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵.

xxxxx"𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘈𝘩, 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘢, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵." 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, "𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

xxxxx𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. "𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘖𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘢" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰, "𝘓'𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭" "𝘖𝘩, 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦."

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"𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘦."

“Splendid. Let’s be friends!” Valentin seemed relieved that Tristan forgave him so readily, while for Val there was already nothing to forgive Tristan for. Despite the violence and hardship that had struck his family over the last few years, Valentin never could really hold a grudge. He could learn not to trust, but it seemed that even the most villainous types were not beyond the reach of his understanding and empathy. Just so, while his fearlessness may have been maladaptive in keeping the dark elements of the world at a distance, even the worst dives he took couldn’t seem to corrupt Valya’s loving spirit.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧? 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳." The sheepish smile suggested to Valentin that he meant no harm, which was pleasant because the topic was particularly difficult. Along with the discovery of his father’s body, this had been the source of his greatest struggle over the last year. Still, when a question was put directly to him, Valentin knew he would not be imposing by talking about his own problems. With Tristan admitting to an ambitiously ever-hungry desire to learn especially helped put him at ease and made him want to fulfill Tristan's wish. Sighing and gathering a new deep breath of air, Valentin prepared to summon the phantom of his past.

“Ah… There was…” Exactly how was he supposed to explain that he’d been seduced and cursed by a water nymph that drove him to acts of madness for months to come? “I met someone, or something, on just one night by the lakeside, and I think he placed a fascination enchantment on me. Like, you know, how the sea sirens and rusalka and nixie just… have the magic to steal your… it’s all a blur to me but I haven’t been the same since. I don’t honestly know what happened that night, but… there was this beautiful blonde boy who seemed to have such a pure, radiant, holy spirit… I thought it was love at first sight, but only after I realized I was acting really crazy could I start listening to reason. Apparently he put me under his spell, and I don’t know what he took from me, but my memory is broken after that time and my beloved broom disappeared. Last summer in that tent with you, I had a mental block and had forgotten… but then when I saw you, you reminded me of him so much. I was afraid of being s—… it was spin the bottle… I was… having some real problems. I’m sorry I couldn’t really understand where you were coming from but I was kind of traumatized at the time. I know you’re not him, but because of the break in my memory I couldn’t be sure back then. See, I’m not usually so… volatile. This comes in the context of my personal culture, where I don’t kiss unless it’s out of real love. I never want to cheapen such a gesture, and I felt violated by what happened to me earlier, but I was also still drowning in my wish to find true love. That's why that kissing game just made me lose my mind, and I'm sorry that I ended up hurting you because of it.”

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴."

“What you say is true, about the possibility of life ending at any time for any of us. Even if a part of your past self was sadly lost, I can see that the person you are now without any masks is still beautiful and worthy of love. I myself almost died, and I lost both of my parents to murder. Yet, I agree with you for a reason unrelated to death. Indeed we should act in the ways we truly are and love with our whole hearts, but even if we were immortals, I think we should do that to honor the sanctity of truth itself. To live a lie not only insults the beauty of reality, but hurts ourselves and those around us.”

Valentin listened intently as Tristan revealed his dreams of unity with mugglekind and thought back to his conversation with Nikolai. Smiling at the beauty of Tristan’s vision, Val nodded in approval.

“The dearly departed would surely be happy to see you fighting for your dreams. Further, I couldn’t agree more about bringing together muggles and the magical community. The world needs not endure this division, and such great things could follow from overcoming those tired old walls between us. I support your ambition completely. Just like you and I now have a new beginning, muggle-mage relations should also have their new dawn.”

At Tristan’s suggestion that they go for a flight, Valentin rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. After months of not carrying a broom, he had broken the habit he’d always had of never being separated from one. He didn’t feel quite like himself anymore, and a couple beads of sweat accumulated at his brow.

“That sounds fun! I’d like to see what kind of broom you have and how you maintain it. What kind of pet do you have? I just love animals actually. Again, I’m not a magizoologist like my friend Aida, but I just want to adopt all the strays in the world… ha ha ha. It’s kind of awkward actually. Aida wants all the animals to be free and wild, while I want to give them all a home. Anyway, yeah, I think thestrals are particularly beautiful actually. There’s just something about their dark color and the purity of emotions attached to them… It is a dilemma I suppose. If I had it my way, I’d find a way to make immortality work for those who want it, risks and all. I hate that people can have their lives stripped from them without their consent. I really hate that.” A biting gleam of anger stung the corners of the seeker’s eyes. Yes, his parents really had been murdered and he had issues with that – though buried deep. How was he supposed to keep his teams running and raise Durmstrang itself to new heights if he went around sobbing about his broken family all the time? Without flying as an outlet to deal with that and his other problems, Valentin had taken to isolating himself until recently in order to not take it out accidentally on others. Yet, such isolation had only made matters worse for the extrovert.

"𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸?" offered Tristan, and after a fleeting moment of tension, Valentin let down his guard. Just thinking about murderers tended to set his reflexes on edge.

“… Yeah,” admitted the seeker in a gruff sigh. He was fundamentally a deeply physical creature and had not been having enough of such sustenance lately. Accepting Tristan’s offer, a knot of emotion choked up the bottom of Valya’s throat. He wanted to cry actually, but would not yet allow himself to. They had only just smoothed over their relationship and he didn’t want to put Tristan in a bad position with the intensity of his own pent-up emotions.

"𝘓'𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭," whispered Tristan before going on to explain some details about his tutor and Edward. Hearing about the other’s loved one dying in his arm sent a wave of sadness over Val’s face, but he continued to listen quietly until Tristan finished.

“I do agree that apathy is the true opposite of love. Hate and love are two sides of the same coin, and I believe the overwhelming indifference of the world is what allows a minority of malicious people to do great harm. People have to actually try if such poisons are not to spread and wreak further havoc. While we walk, would you tell me more about Edward?”

A flickering idea passed across Valentin’s face as he realized how to adjust his plan. It would do just fine to visit the tent area indeed.

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 17

Abilities:
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela

Interacting with: @Tristan Theramin (Gellert Schroeder)
Mentioning: @Matthew Campbell (Nikolai Vol'ka)

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Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with a green tie with gold accents and green hankerchief. Gold colored cufflinks and sharp dress shoes.	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwoodas Valentin Schnell	Location London Quidditch Stadium	IC Date Forward Dated to First Day of Camp

Ephemeral Relationships

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xxxxxTristan was elated at the enthusiastic and relieved statement that Valentin made in response to his request to be friends and Tristan gave a playful wink and a smile. He was a whimsical sort after all. Tristan was excited for this new start in friendship as he truly did not have many friends his age lately. It was certainly a strange aspect of his unique nature, he had less friends and more acquaintances, conversed with those older than him far more often and those younger as well. As the topic turned serious, Tristan made sure to focus on the other and make sure Valentin was alright as the conversation continued. Although, he did not say this out loud, he was ready to turn the conversation to another topic if he saw signs of the topic being too hard for this newfound friend. Tristan imagined the hardship of being seduced by a creature in the night when Valentin began to explain that he was enchanted by the lakeside as if a sea siren had stolen his heart and never returned it. Tristan's face turned serious as he grieved for the other and he could not help but exclaim, "I grieve for you, an enchantment such as this is painful and unacceptable."

xxxxxTristan himself had never been enchanted as such but he could imagine the struggle it would have been. Valentine continued and commented on the beautiful blonde boy who radiated a pureness. Love at first sight would have been so much better than whatever situation it was. "I am sorry, it didn't turn out to be love, I wish for you that in a better world, it would have been love at first sight for you, instead of this wicked thing, but your heart is still pure and you still forgive so easily. You are so good, Valeri, if I can call you Valeri" Tristan was doubly sad for the other when Valeri revealed that his broom had disappeared as brooms were a great possession for people, indeed. At the repeated apology as a continuation to his story, Tristan gave a gentle smile and replied, "I forgive you, no worries about hurting me. I was a stranger then and did not know your story then. This is no longer true and all is in the past."


xxxxxTristan took a breath in and a breath out gently reassuring the other that all was truly in the past and that no grudges were held. He smiled and imagined what a different experience it might have been if he had not been blond and blue-eyed as he was. He would often change his hair color and eye color due to his whimsical nature after all. It was only that he hadn't during last year. Again he grieved with Valeri when the other revealed another saddening part of his life, that his parents had been lost to murder. Tristan could not help but grieve with the other, murder was a terrifying and terrible aspect of the world that people lived in but to experience it so personally was suffering beyond anything he'd wish on even his worst enemy. That out of that experience Valeri concluded that one must live out the fullest truth of one self and to not live a lie was a testament to the strong and kind soul the other person was.

xxxxxTristan smiled at the other's reassureance that the dearly departed would be happy to see him fighting for his dreams as he truly did hope that was the truth, "Thank you for your kind words, and thank you for supporting the idea that muggle-wixen relations should begin once more." When Valentin rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at the offer of flying, Tristan observed and answered in response, for he was a very observant individual, "Only if you want to, of course. We can do anything you would like."

xxxxxTristan laughed at the dichotomy between the two friends Aida and Valeri, that one desired to free them all and one wanted to provide permanent homes. He smiled afterwards to show that he meant no harm and that it was a joyful and humorous laugh. Perhaps the opinion of the animals needed to be asked at that point. Tristan voiced this thought out loud, with mirth, "Perhaps you both need to ask the opinion of the animals themselves then, whether they want to stay or go free. My pet is a snake actually. His name is Saverin and he's beautiful."

xxxxxAs they continued to walk after the hug. Tristan began to talk about Edward. "I was sent to live with my tutor in the muggle world and I met Edward there. He lived across the street and he was my best friend. He was amazing and I had so much enjoyment and fun with him even though he was a muggle. I could never reveal to him about the magic world because of the statute of secrecy so sadly I knew the relationship would end one day, but it sadly ended a lot sooner than I expected."

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With softness in his eyes Tristan expressed that he grieved with Valentin. Interpreting the tone and content of the blonde’s words, Valentin concluded that the other would divert onto another topic if Val showed too much distress. The seeker sighed – how was he ever to get it all out at this rate? While relieved to hear that someone thought his heart still remained pure after everything he’d been through, the river of his words began to run dry. It was a bad sign that the other would go easy on him like that. Val hated to be spared – spared topics, spared truths, spared the challenge of overcoming adversity. Yes, Val loved physical touch, affection, and words of love and support. If he had it his way he’d be touched and adored every day. Yet, he was still a man and had high expectations for himself. When treated with too much babying, a sick feeling rose like bile.

“It’s fine. Enduring the shame of my stupidity in being seduced and taken advantage of by a mere lake spirit is my burden to bear. It’s nothing compared with the real suffering of so many across the world who endure far worse without respite. I should be more grateful for the frankly ridiculous heap of blessings I take for granted every day.”

Running a hand through his mane of white hair, Valentin’s eyes strained at the corners. He nodded once at the coining of the name, ‘Valeri,’ accepting it without question. It sounded French and it was standard for his global fanbase to create nicknames for him rooted in their native languages. He did appreciate it, as every nickname he collected was to be honored as a treasure, but at the moment a banging hunger in his stomach was making demands again. Nodding back at Tristan in thanks, he did not appear ungrateful, but simply preoccupied. What had ever happened to his broom? It wasn’t even the kind of expensive possession that people would begrudge the loss of on financial grounds. He was a broom maker, a seeker, the captain. A broom was not just a broom to him – especially not that Arrow smited by Stribog himself. This was the very symbol of his freedom and his power, dipped in the blood of his scars, slicked with the tears of victory and defeat, and the vessel of memories of beloved friends from when he had fought the Reaper with a borrowed blade of light… and now it was gone, destroyed by whatever madness had overthrown him over the past few months. That nameless Arrow had been a part of him. It was born out of the very ashes from which his team rose, and now he didn’t even know how he had lost it, let alone how to give it a proper farewell.

At Tristan’s thanks that Val ardently supported muggle-wixen unity, the captain simply waved his hand. Of course he supported this great overcoming. He was owed no thanks but only wished to hear what he could realistically do to help improve the situation.

“It’d be just fine to go for a flight. It’s always educational to meet new brooms.” A pang in his heart reminded him that the old Arrow could never be replaced, and he hated the very idea of it. It was just as insulting as the pretense that one person could replace another’s in his heart. This was not a notion brought up by Tristan here, but the words of Val’s butler Sergei still stung. Sergei had always been pressuring him to replace Romeo’s place in his life when Val was struggling… which admittedly happened a lot and came at a significant cost to his sleep and morale.

“Oh, a snake you say. In that case I can take you up on your challenge of trying to learn your Saverin’s opinions. Unlike Aida I don’t have a knack for communicating with most other creatures… save perhaps cats.” The white-haired boy’s tone turned upwards in amusement, as the simple mention of felines seemed to warm his heart. Further, Valentin seemed relieved by the information about Saverin, and his expression relaxed as if he were simply being asked to meet with his own family. Tristan went on to explain his past with Edward, and Val listened expressionlessly without interruption until the Slytherin was done.

“I see. The statute is a terrible wall, and I wish we could break it down. Would you tell me what happened to Edward in the end?” The captain knew it would be a rough topic, but he wanted to give Tristan the chance to go into it as deeply as he wished. Theramin had already admitted that he didn’t really have anyone his age to talk to, so it could be that he had a lot pent up about it. “I’d be honored if you’d tell me more about how that made you feel.”

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 17

Abilities:
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela

Interacting with: @Tristan Theramin (Gellert Schroeder))

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Outfit/Physical Characteristics Reducio Sharp suit with a green tie with gold accents and green hankerchief. Gold colored cufflinks and sharp dress shoes.	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish German Russian Thoughts	Age 15
Mentioning/Interacting @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Valentin Schnell	Location London Quidditch Stadium	IC Date Forward Dated to First Day of Camp

Ephemeral Relationships

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xxxxx The moment Valentin sighed, Tristan quickly went over his tone and the other’s demeanour, his observing nature going to high gear. He deduced perhaps that the other would not appreciate his plan to divert the conversation if there was too much distress. Often, he had met with people who were the opposite and he had made the same mistake of assuming once more.

xxxxxThis was confirmed by the tone of Valeri’s reply, “It’s fine. Enduring the shame of my stupidity in being seduced and taken advantage of by a mere lake spirit is my burden to bear. It’s nothing compared with the real suffering of so many across the world who endure far worse without respite. I should be more grateful for the frankly ridiculous heap of blessings I take for granted every day.”

xxxxxWith genuineness exuding from his eyes and tone, Tristan apologised, “I apologise, I may have assumed again that you wish for me to change the subject if your distress grows, as others were apt to desire, but I was mistaken. I apologise again for assuming you are like other people. I also do not want you to change the topic if I am in distress as well. I was hypocritical in my actions as I believe that for myself, to share even when it is painful, is the best step of action. Yet, my care for you made me wish something for you that I myself would not wish someone would do for me. It is quite silly of me, if I could describe it in a light hearted manner.”

xxxxxHe thought for a moment in order to answer the self-berating the other displayed. Tristan answered with a warmth in his tone, a gentleness that displayed his maturity, “Yes, others in the world struggle but is not your struggle as valid as those around you? Does not one need to work through one’s sorrows first to take care of those that have suffered more?” His tone displayed a genuine desire to know the other’s answer to the question and a sincere hope to understand. There was a moment where Tristan saw the other’s spirits dampen after his comment about the broom and he wondered deeply what plagued the other so. “Your mood seemed to have dampened, what is it that troubles you so? How can I help you so that you are the best that you can be?” However, Valentin had still said it was fine to fly, so Tristan continued with that in mind.

xxxxxThere was a strange amicable connection between him and the other. As if, he would be able to reveal the truth in every instance and he could trust the other to not manipulate it or use it against him, that trust could be placed on the white haired quidditch captain in front of him. This was perhaps a true friend indeed. Tristan was indeed apt to be paranoid and closed off as an instinct but this person deserved all. Valerí seemed to be a person that deserved all, always.

xxxxxPerhaps that was why when the other commented, “Oh, a snake you say. In that case I can take you up on your challenge of trying to learn your Saverin’s opinions. Unlike Aida I don’t have a knack for communicating with most other creatures… save perhaps cats,” Tristan could not help but smile gleefully and reciprocate with a secret of his own, “You like snakes? My family has always been intertwined with this species and the animal has a special place in the Theramin bloodline. Our family manor has rooms that only those who are Parselmouths can open. Our family’s tradition is to take their magical children to a snake emporium to see if we have the power that runs in our family veins. Snakes are beautiful aren’t they? I started speaking to them when I was four, soon after my first instance of magic. My grandfather also was a Parselmouth himself, although my father Augustus is not.”

xxxxxBy the time the rush of this information rushed out of his mouth, Tristan blushed and gave a shy smile at the other, looking a little cheeky and a little embarrassed at the same time. Tristan’s smile displayed a little of the cheeky and mischief loving characteristics that he had within him. He had compared himself to Loki as a child after all. Felines of course always warmed his heart. There was a legend in the Asian lands that intrigued him. He had heard of it while in the Muggle World and he’d always wanted to research whether or not the myth was true or which magical animal the legend originated from. The cat had nine tails rather than nine lives. They were fierce and cunning. But this was a thought for another time when he was not in conversation with another.

xxxxxWhen the other asked genuinely if he could learn more about Edward, Tristan gave a smile slightly tinged with sadness but ready to remember the good times of the person that was his best friend. He started by saying bluntly, “Edward died from a car accident. He was hit and was taken to the hospital. His sister knew I was close to him so she brought me to my friend in the hospital with the family. He died in my arms, after the family said goodbye. We were young but somehow more aware of our connection to each other than other children, somehow more mature. It was a time of great grieving for me because I knew magic would have been able to save him and yet I could not reveal any of it. We have blood-replenishing potions and spells that can stop bleeding and grow back skin and bones, there would have been a way to save him. There is a spell Vulnera Saneteur for blood wounds and any magic user would have been able to at least slow down the process of death in order to save him. But I couldn’t tell any of them about this.That was why I was so cold in my first few years but I have healed from my bitterness and my anger and as I said before, vowed to live in their honour.”

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With Tristan’s apology, Valentin simply waved his hand to disenchant the blonde’s concern.

“I understand, and now you do too. I’m not worried.” Going on to berate himself over his mistakes at the Great Lake, Valentin’s expression darkened further. However, Tristan responded again with a warm and gentle tone.

“Yes, others in the world struggle but is not your struggle as valid as those around you? Does not one need to work through one’s sorrows first to take care of those that have suffered more?”

Wincing visibly, Valentin knew his weak spot had been promptly located.

“Your mood seemed to have dampened, what is it that troubles you so? How can I help you so that you are the best that you can be? ”

“I… know that you’re right Tristan. It’s just that every time I try to ask for what I want, I get terribly hurt by it.” Valentin’s eyes closed as he mentally travelled back to 2022 when, on the ledge of his crystal tower he promised to finally ask for something of his own… then to the ship alongside good old Charles where they promised mutual confession… to the center of the London quidditch stadium pitch where Valentin finally asked to have his wish fulfilled, but when denied, had to rip the sword of life from his own heart and give it back. The year died with new traumas, and so rose 2023 from the ashes with the new hope of Valentin’s spring. The serpent of Akbugha itself told him the same eternal truth, and so Valentin gathered up his courage to try again, only to meet with another year of heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak. Now with the dawn of 2024, Valentin hoped to reassert his wish again with the goal of liberating Gellert and Romeo by freeing his own voice once more…… only to face rejection again.

“It seems that for all I strive to grant the wishes of others, no one is in a position to bring mine to life. This is what troubles me. I already have a hard enough time asking for what I want, and now I don’t see any reason to do so again when all it creates is more strife for everyone involved. How am I to work through my sorrows when there never seems to be a viable solution? I tell myself I’m not asking for the impossible, but the struggle never ends.”

Tristan eventually went on to talk more about the place of snakes in his family heritage, and Valentin nodded respectfully.

“Yes, thank you for telling me. Snakes are indeed very beautiful. I also come from a line of Parselmouths, but I’m… defective. My blood is too thin, and so even though I understand it, when I speak it comes out as gibberish. I feel like a failure. Still, I would like to meet your Saverin and get to know them a bit, and I’d be charmed if you would speak to me in our shared language even though I am broken in my ability to respond.” Then, after a moment of thought, a brillant hope overtook Val’s face and voice. “Do you know anyone who can fix me? Fix my voice, my ability to speak Parseltongue… Magic can heal all kinds of things, right? If you don’t know how, would you take me to where there are more people like us? Surely someone must know how to restore my native tongue!”

After hearing Tristan’s story continue about Edward, Valentin shook his head sadly.

“That must have been so terrible. I’m sorry. It’s no wonder you have your convictions about breaking down the barriers between the wizarding and muggle worlds. I agree there should be no such secrecy and that upholding such ludicrous self-imposed limits is exactly what ended Edward’s life when it could have been so simple to save him. I’m angry on his and your behalf. I hate it. I hate it.” The seeker hissed with a severe sigh but waved his hand as if to send the feelings away on the backs of the winds. “May your wish to tear down these walls be granted.”

Basic Stats:
STA 8 - EVA 20 - STR 3 - WIS 20 [24] - ARC 1 - ACC 17

Abilities:
Keen Eye / Charmer / Evasive Maneuvers / Fearless / Comprehend Languages: Parseltongue & Veela

Interacting with: @Tristan Theramin (Gellert Schroeder))