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Rest well pretty lady!
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Good luck meeting mom, Hel.
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Awww...don't worry. My Creatchi probably won't have a mate either.
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I couldn't find her a mate in time.
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I was glad to drop by before she died - Came in to see her with a great big smile at less than an hour left. . . . Why does she not have kids??
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Only five(ish) hours left.
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Well, it looks like Hel will be doing some haunting of her own here soon! Time flies...
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There we are, now Vekk can properly know what's left of the family.
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She looks so pretty! <3
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Tangarao, now an old man at his last days, decides to give Hel one last visit. He knows that like many, they are siblings with not the strongest connection, - But they sure do share their fine taste in good and pretty things. He had never learned the art of making the neat flowers he was given by their parents, but instead, offers a real flower of incredible brilliance and fragrance. He places it down by a rock he notices her to frequent sitting by, and leaves.
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