[ while weather on the island is questionable at best, something about this particular sunday morning is sweet and saccharine. vax'ildan does his best to punctuate that feeling, and ghosts by in the early hours of the morning to leave aphrodite a half dozen pink roses, tied together with a raven feather in the center. the attached note reads, thank you for all you do for my friends. thank you for all you do for me. ]
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