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Illyasviel snorted, bit back a laugh and then seemingly submitted to the impusle and slipped to the floor in fits of laughter. Nar'tae nostrils flared and she reared back into a distinctly held posture, clearly offended. She felt something snap behind her eye. "Screw you, human. Take comfort...

She started at the rise in Illya's voice. Nar'tae had never seen Illyasviel genuinely lose her temper. She was always so decidedly removed from every affliction, so controlled and tightly wound in the scope and prose of her spoken words. Nar'tae somewhat reveled in the fleeting moment of lost...

Nar'tae was not adept at interpreting the details of most social subtleties, but she could tell Illyasviel was, for some reason, uncomfortable taking her aid. She was thinking about it. Pumped with endorphins from breaking free of the ice through sheer force of iron will, it was easy for her to...

Dibs on the fun hat.

----- Nar'tae Lak ----- -----The Catalyst ----- ----- Location: The Cathedral ----- She saw the light seeping in, reflecting off the shattered wreckage of the once towering, striking glass murals of the Cathedral across the planes of ice that had wormed inside through ...

So.. anyone alive out there? Do I need to change anything?

Well this is as done as I think it's ever going to be. Sorry it took so long! I had such a good idea of what I wanted her to be in my head but I had trouble really explaining it in the fields, so I think it got a bit repetitive.

----- Nar'tae Lak ----- ----- The Catalyst ----- We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield Vitals...