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"Good day, Xana... I hope you are well?" She smiled at Xana. Ah. Trelawney and Xana. Splendid... the two are like water and oil, for Merlin's sake. she thought, glancing between the two of them for a moment and returning her eyes to Apedemak.
"Good day- I'm managing. I hope you are well, also?" She said with a smile.
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SeerCassandraTrelawney Cassandra turned her back to Xana and merely ignored her... if she didn't speak to her then she wouldn't upset her.
Xana was not surprised at Trelawney's childish and petulant behaviour. "Good day, Prefect Trelawney." she said politely despite the girl's rude body language.
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Storm "Indeed, thank you coming. All of you." Apedemak took off his haversack and knelt, opening the largest pouch to dig through the contents. "It may have become apparent that I am a private person and have no desire to display my life or past for the entire school to see. However, there are a few that I have become close to and those precious few I wish share my stories with." After what seemed an unusually long time to search through the satchel, he retrieved a rather box that barely fit through the bags opening. Holding it with a certain reverence he opened the box and held it so those gathered could see inside.
Eighteen petals make up Apedemak’s Soul Mirror. The upper nine, forest-green in color, are broad and strong, reaching upward. Below them, nine dark orange claw-like petals grasp upwards, seemingly threatening to consume the upper half of the flower. Oddly the two distinctly different petals share a very small but distinct red line along the outer edge. Once one looks past the initial contrast of the brilliantly contrasting petals, thick black veins can be seen running up the plants stem.
Xana looked at Apedemak, surprised that he would include her in this group. To share something so revealing was an act of incredible trust..
"I'm honoured." she spoke softly, in a reverent voice, as he reached into his bag and pulled out his plant. "It's beautiful..." She said honestly, noting the features and thinking back to what they represented. She couldn't remember what orange meant, except that those with orange had a tendency to throw caution to the wind...