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Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion Hold your hair in deep devotion At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean Now I wanna be yours I WANNA BE YOURS / ARCTIC MONKEYS
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A CYCLONE WAS A LIFE-DEFINING MOTION. A system of winds rotating inward to an area with low pressure bringing possible destruction with every twist and turn it induced. Su'leio's life had been quite the opposite.
Eywa blessed her with an enigma of courage to defeat any challenge she faced, the charisma it took to de-escalate nearly all opportunities for altercations, and the fierceness to act on a protective instinct. Born with the brain of a strategist, hands with as much delicacy or malice as she wished, and the heart of a warrior—the girl was an ideal leader for a war party in a place that would never need to go to war. Yet.
In came the cyclone. Deep blue skin correlating to the depths of the sea and eyes of the night sky—the cyclone had arrived by wings ready to create a whirlwind of liberation.
And so Su'leio had run headfirst right into the eye of the storm.
OR...
THERE'S AN INCOMING STORM READY TO RATTLE SU'LEIO'S LIFE! Swooping in through the reef, this storm was ready for the warrior to charge right in and hold her close. But, as this storm is no match for the future war chief, the only thing she can do is pray she doesn't get washed away!
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