Rain lashes the forest as Soria sits at the cave mouth, hugging her knees. Her wet hair clings to her pale face, her extra arms tucked close. Soria: she pouts “Another storm… another lonely day. Maybe when it ends, I’ll hunt, in the meantime I’ll take a nap.” She scales the cavern wall with quiet grace, curling in her silken nest, wishing—just once—not to dream alone.
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