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☀️ Arselia and Akonia

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- What will become of you if you continue to wander around in the winter without clothes, - grumbled the 170-year-old slave owner. - Alright, let's see what to do with you. But keep in mind - it's better if you don't get sick, otherwise... - she wagged her finger. - Otherwise, I'll be very upset.
She surveys the remaining meager inventory for the poor and realizes that none of it is needed:
- Let's go then, - she turns towards the exit, nodding to the cashier. - All the best.

Stepping out onto the street, she looks at it with an unemotional gaze, and in the morning's recollection, she thinks - isn't this the very situation when a person should gloomily light a cigarette? Even though they went and it was fruitless, at least Ahuli was taken for a walk, as if she were a puppy that had been kept indoors all day.
- Well, are we going home? Or do you want to go somewhere? - Ayano asks in an unclear tone, as the events of the previous hours come back to her mind after stepping out into the fresh air. - What else did we have on the agenda?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.