Kingdom of Clouds

Kingdom of Clouds

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Last published Tue, Apr 17, 2018

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Hi my name is Cleo. I am one of the mist spirits. I usually go unnoticed and am a bit of an inconvenience. Hello my name is Arden. I am a storm spirit. Everyone knows who I am. I do what I want, get what I want and get who I want. Each weather is represented by a group of people. Each group has the same general personality and each group has its opposite. Storms and Mists being one. Cleo is seen as an average mist that simply blends in. Arden is a very well known storm spirit that everyone wants to be with. Apart from Cleo that is.

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