Akiya sat cross-legged on her woven grass mat and shivered as a gust of cold wind blew through the mouth of her hastily erected shelter. A few dry leaves danced in closely behind, honoring the Air Spirit with their graceful movement. One swirled around her dark head momentarily, then fell at her feet, spent
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Gorgeous imagery!
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