Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Heather watched the space around her with wary eyes, her blazer pulled tightly around her away from the cold breeze that was worming its way inside the tent. Her arms were crossed across her chest, though she stood next to Kaelen, mirroring his body language unintentionally. She looked to Corrie, her eyes hardening slightly, she was a nice person and all, but she could be highly irritating when she wanted to be, but the nervous expression that had made its way onto her face, made her expression soften. Heather leaned slightly against Kaelen, taking his hand and leaning into his shoulder "you okay Corrie?" she asked her
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