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[milenaroew]

[At first there is only static, and silence, and then more static. And then a breath - exhale, like a sigh, and when Milena's voice begins, it is quiet, and almost gentle. Even-toned, as the screen shows only her fingers tracing lines up and down the armrest of her oversized mahogany and velvet chair.]When I was a child, I lived in a palace, in a

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[impossibly]

Skin as white as snow.

I can be a bannerman.

[milenaroew]

[She hesitates for a moment, and sounds a bit... nostalgic when she speaks.]

...yes. Snow was my name, when I was a child. Or, the word they used for snow, on my world. I suppose that makes us two of a kind, little river.

[impossibly]

[ a giggle ] Suppose it does.

[milenaroew]

You will be a... bannerman, then. Meet with us here:

[shh, this is absolutely a time and place.]