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Post by Gabjas on Jun 25, 2012 16:48:43 GMT -6
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Prue watched as Tinker prepared for a long and tumultuous flight over the Sea of Hoolemere - distressed about how the Pure Ones would cope with Tinker's delayed arrival. The Pure One that had invaded the Tree had apparently been taken care of, but Prue wondered what would happen if word slipped from the Guardians' talons, along with the captive Pure One? How would the Pure Ones punish Tinker?
Prue set aside her worries and bid Tinker farewell.
"Oh - and Tinker?" Tinker swiveled his head toward her. "Good luck." Prue completed, she could only hope that he wouldn't need it.
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