[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Chicago, IL 
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I grin and fiddle with my bracelet while I ponder Nic’s questions. I shrug, glancing out the windows. [color=#DB7093]”I like art and stuff,”[/color] I say, mimicking Nic for fun. [color=#DB7093]”No, but seriously. I’ve always liked art and what people create. There’s life in it. And the temple, well, temples are magical. I can feel a connection to what has been lost or left behind. Even something made in this century has remnants from the past. They’ll often place something from another time or from another country in a temple, and the spirit in it lives on.”[/color] I shrug again, fiddling with my nails and my bracelets. [color=#DB7093]”I know it sounds silly.”[/color] I fix my hair, a nervous habit I’d always had.