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Part Two~part one was so long ago....blah
It was a bright, sunny day, the kind where the air was warm and fuzzy it could lull someone to sleep in seconds. This described perfectly Felicité's situation. She'd fallen asleep leaning against the great oak that had been planted in her garden more than fifty years ago. Felicité herself, however, was only 19. She had black curls that waved lightly in the small breeze. She had fair skin, giving her the complexion of a porcelain doll.
What was more curious than the sight of Felicité asleep under the tree was what appeared to be a small, yellow bird fluttering anxiously around the young lady. The bird rushed at her twice, pecking her nose in the process. Felicité sighed, the bird giving her no other choice than to open her eyes and face the perpetrator. She smiled, and the small bird calmed down. She held her hand open before the bird, and it rested in her palm for a second before proceding to unfold itself rather meticulously. Felicité smiled, then placed the creased sheet in the hand basket to lay among other squares of similar appearance.
With the basket in tow, Felicité headed inside the house she'd been living in for three years now. It was a peaceful, if lonely, existance. Her skin was fairer than most in the area, which made life in the town difficult for Felicité. Smanaged to make do with a house on the outskirts, sending for her friend Tobias if she ever needed anything from town.
"Time to see what's the matter..." Felicité said to herself as she poured the contents of the basket on her bed. She played with the ten yellow squares of paper until the message became legible. "From Risa? I wonder what's wrong.."
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