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[color=Lightcoral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ruined City inner city 
[color=Lightcoral][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Erik
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The air was colder, with the sun having passed its highest point. Goosebumps spread across her exposed shoulders. She looked down at the group below, to Dalas. He needed her shawl more than she did right now. She shook off the cold and flapped her wings a bit faster, trying to get warm that way. Being up in the air by herself helped her clear her mind. Poppy breathed in and out slowly. The events of a few hours ago replayed in her minds eye. 

She failed to spot the infernal, it was a mistake. Dwelling on it was not going to help. It was more useful to focus on the here and now. They managed to pull through. There was something that still bothered her however. Akaia's reaction was predictable. The Sidhe cared intensely about her, maybe too much. It unsettled Poppy, more than she let on. While in mid-flight the fairy crossed paths with the animal familiar of the Sidhe in question. She looked at Licorice, its beady eyes stared back at her. 

[color=Lightcoral][i]"How can I make her stop?"[/I][/color]

Her involvement with the Commune was temporary, it always had been, right from the very start. Even after many years Poppy was still chasing after her old life. Her life with him. Caring about someone else felt like she was giving up. Sometimes it was lonely, painful even. The heaviness of melancholy was slowly creeping up on her. Airborne solitude would only make the gloom stick to her like the miasma. 

Poppy knew where to go with this. There was something, or rather someone, who surprisingly managed to chase off her gloom on occasion. She went down between the buildings, hovering in place next to Erik.

[color=Lightcoral]"I suggest we turn left after we cross through this street. The others are going into the opposite direction. We'll cover more ground that way"[/color]