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"Swift of feet so death might pass me by," she whispered.

Aetae the wind spirit, came from above his wispy spirit thin and features faint.

"From all corners of the world winds blow onto you granting speed. With this comes age Adapt. Do you accept this?"

Age? By how much? A sharp twinge ached again along her side, taking her hand off the wound, blood dripped from the wound the guard gave but minutes before. Can't age when dead.

"Not much choice here."

It's wispy arms raised lifting an unseen object he then threw it at her, the winds pushed hard on her backside while lifting her feet gently. "Blink and be off."

This would've been fun any other time. She burst through Ragefire Valley triping over several large rocks hidden under the grasses. There the road off ahead, Amperage. Wonder if he's still there? Everything was going to the dark–ones lately, such black luck.

Weaving and bobbing forward, the Blink spell started to wear off. 

The coin pouch came undone from her hip slash and clanked on the ground. She snached it back up mid run and double knotted it to the slash. Almost at the bottom now. The valley spread out to a long dusty path this expanded into a dirt road that led to a modest town smack in the middle.

The pain in her side burned and throbbed, wrenching away the passing nostalgia. Whenever she stopped, wisps of purple smoke wafted near her vision; then disappeared. It was getting stronger. Whispers, faint whispers grew stronger by the minute.

Sounds of town buzzed off ahead,  before this the smells from bazaar within the open gates caused her stomach to rumble. Breathing in the delicious smells that wafted from the bazaar was maddening. A roast boar, a healer, a bath—she didn't care if she had to wash the dishes or skewer giant scorp-rats to get it.

A shirtless youth ran past. His arms shot up and a hovering silver orb ball hovered over his head.

"I've got it!" he motioned his hands and the ball shot off towards a girl that was running towards him.

The ball whirled between hers, and without her touching it, the ball shot off towards a garden off to the right; they both bounded off into it.

A merchant beckoned from behind, his narrow counter was several feet away, crowded with desserts, fruits, and buns in baskets beside it.

"Young lady, you shall find the finest sweets here! Why we have the rare Fizzy Kerf from across the five seas! Guaranteed to delight!"

His words had a honey quality to them that made her pause more then the array of treats.

"Some other time." she stepped to the side where there was more space.

He was a tall man, wizened and stringy. His wind-weathered skin reminded her of an old soggy boot. The crinkled skin folded down around his eyes, highlighting the fiery glow of youth that was so at odds with the rest of him.

"No thank you." She attempted to move past him while covering the wound. Don't need any rotten fruit.

He stepped around the counter; holding out his arms with palms up.

"But, wait! I am an aged man trying to pay the taxes here. Will not you reconsider?"

His smile was forced and more a grimace that spread across his face and his eyes conflicted with this; a pain of some sort shone through. His smile smoothed out returning to normal.

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