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[ Naama closes her eyes and tries to feel for something. Think about the cherry blossoms place. Anything there? ANything that feels different?
...There's something, maybe. She gives it a shot, not sure what to expect, and is surprised by a sudden freak gust of wind, spinning around her. ]
...Holy shit, was that me?
[[OOC NOTE FOR MODS READING THIS: My initial toplevel said Autumn, but I'm retconning Naama to Spring. It didn't make it into any threads, anyway.]]