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<div class="center" style="width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">[[File:Greenwhitedrapedsword.gif]]</div> Alexandra Mira castle guard. Finished elite training and fresh returned. She always has a bright smile on her face, is friendly, dutiful and polite. Her dream. To one day become a ranger, or protective elite. Her love and loyalty to Amber, the people and the crown has been something she has been brought up with. Never a moment regret. Until perhaps today. One of the duties in the castle is help moving furniture up and down to storage. If someone moves in or out of their place. Sometimes it is new members of the royal family, sometimes they are dignitaries. Either way it is a good physical exercise. When the last chairs were left she heard her colleague groan, Alex being the person she is offers to take the last chairs down herself. Her fellow guard smiles and offers to take an extra bite from the kitchen for her when she is done. With that they part ways and Alex moves down with a stack of stairs. Arriving in storage she puts the chairs where they go and looks at all the different style of furniture. The castle has sometimes certain styles made specially for a visitor and after they leave it is stored here. Curious she looks about it is a big space as she takes her time Alex starts to humm under her breath. After a few tunes she falls silent. A broad smile appears on her face. She then starts to sing a little folk song she once learned. Hearing the fantastic acoustics she really starts to feel the music deciding to go wild and add a few dance steps to it. Alex might have been there for longer then she had thought when she sees the face of another elite around the corner with a wide smirk on his face. Suddenly stopping a bright blush on her face. She straightens her clothing and scrapes her throat.. With a soft mutter of good endurance training she walks past her colleague and goes up... how much has he heard... Though halfway her walk back a smile appears. Sometimes losing oneself in the music brings pure joy. <div class="center" style="width: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;">[[File:Greenwhitedrapedsword.gif]]</div> Hidden deep among the clutter, in nooks only it knows, Cat watched, and remembered.
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