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Lucivar is practicing again.
The snow isn't melted and there's absolutely no reason for him to be outside, but he is, practicing with almost frenetic energy, wings half spread and agitation and anger rolling off him in waves. He frowns at his hands as he moves swiftly through the motions, deep in his own thoughts.
The snow isn't melted and there's absolutely no reason for him to be outside, but he is, practicing with almost frenetic energy, wings half spread and agitation and anger rolling off him in waves. He frowns at his hands as he moves swiftly through the motions, deep in his own thoughts.