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[avelina bowne]

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whoooosh Her cloak wrapped around her body as she twirled around in circles. The lovely blue color engulfed her and she could not hide her bliss. She spun her way from the moongate all the way to headquarters and once stopped, she found herself to be quite dizzy. She tried to gain focus and eventually looked up at Avature as he stared down at her grinning.

”Come with me” he said to her. Sure, why not? she thought to herself.

Once again the blue cape wrapped around her body. Avature slowed himself to allow her time to catch up. She hummed to herself as she continued to twirl. Oh how I love this cape.

They arrived at a small house and walked in the front door. She looked around seeing a sea of blue and familiar faces, but was immediately rushed up the stairs. Avature looked her over once with a smile followed by a nod.

”She is fine” he said to a man covered in white hair. I think his name is Beowulf…yes! The vice mayor of Moonglow. Hmm, I really miss Dori, her mind wandered.

”No,” Beowulf looked her over carefully, ”Remove the cape.”

What did he just say? MY CAPE? She laughed slightly and then retorted, ”Pardon me?”

”You heard me. Cape. Off. Now. Work your way up in rank and you can wear it once more.” Beowulf nodded and left the room, Avature followed.

She ripped off the cape, crumpling it up and throwing it to the floor. My cape! This is preposterous! AVATURE! He drug me here so they could steal my cape! She let out a crazy laugh and ran towards the door screaming, ”AVATURE!! AV…A….TURE!”

She called for her dog, Rider, and hopped onto him then proceeded to race after Avature. She eventually found him back at the head quarters. She jumped off of Rider and rushed towards him.

”My cape! You made them steal my cape! What is wrong with you?”

Avature stared at her with a look of amusement which only made her even more peeved. She jumped at him, but he was faster than she. Before she could reach him, she was stopped by a paralyzing spell.

”RIDER KILL!!” She screamed.

Beowulf and another were coming up the road to see Rider attacking Avature. ”ARREST HER!” Beowulf yelled.


There she sat, in the cold damp cell, Rider lying on the floor beside her. Absolutely ridiculous. I just want some wine. Oh, and my cape. She curled up on the floor and nuzzled her head into Riders fur. In the morning they would return and release her, then she would convince them that she must have her cape back.