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Headlines "The Hidden Treasure" by redken9x9 I rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits. Upon that morning, it was my usual habit of looking down the river towards the Springs when I noticed something odd and out of place.
I strode up to this peculiar articulation of disorder, some poor Acara kneeling down upon the ground in a state of distress. She seemed withered from grief, and bound to collapse - so I stayed close. Asking after her, I inquired if everything was alright.
She told me that nothing was alright – that her little brother had no means to sustain himself and no support to address his want. I asked after her again, to which she redirected my attention to her little brother. I assessed that this Acara, though smartly dressed and neatly put together in character and charm, must have found herself in dire circumstances if she was so desperate as to confide in a total stranger about her affairs. I accompanied her for the rest of the morning, and sat tenderly by her side as she told me of the trials she and her brother had endured.
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