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D'Aleen leaps up upon hearing the father's bellow, running to his side. Astounded, she peers into the hidden chamber listening to the voice coming from the friar.
"Good fortune does smile upon us from time to time..."she murmers as she steps forward and, shielding her eyes slightly from the incredible light coming from the altar, reaches forward...slowly withdrawing a long, beautiful bow.
Her eyes widen at the remarkable workmanship...even the greatest craftsmen from her kind would not be able to create such a treasure. She runs her fingers up the length of the pale bow, appreciating the strength of the wood. A small, clear jewel is embedded at the tip of it, sparkling as it catches a ray of sun from outside. Stepping back, she smiles and waits for the others to claim their gifts.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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