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Helen's sitting out on the steps of a building in Creem di Leemaa, a good two armspans from the whirling parade. When, occasionally, a brave fool tries to get her to join the dancing she snaps at them. By now most of them have learned their lesson, and keep away.
She has an icy orange drink, and is holding a quiet conversation with the rat sitting in her lap. As the only person in black in all of the world, she kind of sticks out.
She has an icy orange drink, and is holding a quiet conversation with the rat sitting in her lap. As the only person in black in all of the world, she kind of sticks out.