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Vixen's muscles untensed as she also noticed the end of the storm.
She moved her hands to the bottom of the boat, and held on tight as Vicen moved the boat's course.
What a Storm... it's even worse the second time around...
Vixen was feeling a bit sick now. She longed for the soft ground to be under her feet again.
Poor Arthimes... she thought, casting a glance to the Isle.
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