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"Ylana Skyfire: Protector of Spring" by cosmicfire918
Neopia, for all Ylana Skyfire disliked it, was a great place to go when one didn't want to be found.
For added measure, she'd chosen a land where one would least expect to meet an interstellar bounty hunter: Meridell.
Well, there was also Tyrannia, but they at least didn't eat rocks in Meridell.
So here she was on a particularly snowy day in mid-Running, huddled in the corner of an inn's ground floor, sipping her mug of borovan and half-listening to the inane chatter and singing of everyone else who'd gathered for breakfast. The other half of her mind was running through logistics, trying to figure out when it would be safe to venture back out into the stars. But at least, she thought smugly, no one would ever recognize her here.
"Ylana Skyfire!" someone said. A pair of green paws slammed down on the table in front of her, and she jumped, spilling her borovan on her travelling dress. Staring at her with a goofy grin was a portly green Lupe wearing a rucksack and a thick winter coat. "What—I have no idea who that is, peasant," she sniffed in her best attempt at a sophisticated Meridellian accent, dabbing at the hot borovan with her napkin and hoping the stain would come out.
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