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Thursday, September 4th

"WAKE UP! OH MY GODDESS FLORA, DAMN YOU, WAKE UP MELLEA" yells Ygrdr. Ygrdr, at this point has softened her grip on Mellea, she infact sees her as one of her own, and as such, only relies on Mellea, when she herself is weak. Less of an abusive relationship, more of a kinship, less of receive without giving, more friends without debts. "FLORA PLEASE HELP US, MELLEA WAKE UP!" Mellea opens her eyes to the racket hauntedly calling from the grave the migraine she'd shaken off in her sleep. "Y-..." she manages the soft whisper of sound to snake through her lips. "Ohello~ Sleeping daylily." Mellea waves in the direction Ygrdr's voice pans from. In the short long weeks leading to this day, Mellea has learned that though Ygrdr rests on her arm, the fae's consciousness is separate from her body, though she is unable to travel far from her confines in Mellea's arm. She is the being that gives her flower life. She is the being continuing Mellea's life and existence. Without her Mellea will fall to dust in the wind. Mellea points at the clothes in her closet. "Dr-ess...?" a soft voice sounds only audible if you pressed your ear against her lips. "The short sleeve low neck with purple and light blue flowers on black will do just fine, so hurry and put it on before you're late for your meeting." Mellea snorts at their remark, "damn hasty fae flashy flower..." Mellea jolts at her reclaiming of her head voice with the force of a small voltage shock. Today is a good day for them both. Mellea hastily throws her dress on, grabs her keys, and leaves her apartment behind in the dust of her car tires.  

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