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	As Ilyndriel ran deeper into the hive to escape the violence being commenting in the name of honor, and vengeance, she finds herself deep into the maze of the hive. As she would venture though, as she rounded a corner, she would find herself face to knees with a tall woman, radiating a soothing green light from all around her. She was pale, her skin without blemish, as if she was made of porcelain. Her hair, long, and red with a few orange highlights, was full, and had exceptional volume. Her eyes, yellowish-orange, seemed to almost glow. Her dress, a white flowing dress, looked unstained, despite the amount of dirt around the hive. She would kneel down before the young child, smiling sweetly. 
	"My child, why are you distraught?" She asks, the giant woman actually picking her up like how a normal adult might with a very young child. Her touch feels warm, and comforting, like that of a cozy blanket. She rocks Ilyndriel, the young angel girl feeling an aura of calming power effect her as she does.