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Built high in the massive branches of Taldera's bloodwood forest, The Spires is a city crafted by the peaceful and scholarly Jamoura. Considered a haven for scholars and sages Mizahar-wide, The Spires is a mecca of philosophy and science that draws people from far and wide with its promise of deeper thinking and higher reasoning.

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Postby Chamaeleon on February 21st, 2013, 7:57 am

Winter 34 512 AV

It had gotten very cold again. If Chamaeleon had been asked before coming to the Spires, she might have said she welcomed the experience, but now that she was here and it was Winter, she wholly detested it. She was made for the Summer, for the warmth and the heat, and she disliked feeling separated from Syna for longer than usual. It shocked her to admit this, but in Winter she felt strong dislike for Leth's extended reign.

It was night now and she was bundled tightly against the invading Winter bite. She had long since found she could bundle herself tighter and with more added stuffing during her night phase than she could during her day one, and she welcomed the added warmth.

It may have been odd to most others, seeing a new mother creeping through the tree city, but she had a purpose. She was restless at home, in the little barracks she had lived in since coming with the Crimson Edge in Spring. Without the child she had carried she found she had nothing to do that she had longed to prepare for. She could only think of work and of honing her body and losing the weight she had gained during her pregnancy.

She arrived at the Nature's Nurture, bringing in cold air and an irritable image as she swept in, the edges of her cloak nearly getting caught in the door. She glanced about, irritated further, but saw nobody paid her much mind. She wasn't sagging against the doorframe in obvious agony or complaining about how her stomach felt. If she hadn't known better, she would have said they knew it was her that walked through the door, but she couldn't fool herself. There were other Symenestra around.

An assistant came out of another room to see to the newest ill person, but at seeing Chamaeleon she frowned and tried to place where she had seen the woman before. As Chamaeleon peeled off her layers, she sighed.

"I'm Chamaeleon. I work the day." She said in her butter smooth voice.

That cleared up some of her confusion.

"Shouldn't you be at home then, on rest?"

Chamaeleon shot the girl a look that said she wouldn't be argued with and handed her things over to be watched with the belongings of the other on staff doctors and then went in to see what she could do to give a hand. Nothing busied her mind more than helping to bandage wounds and assisting the trained doctors.
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