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[color=00aeef]Sasha[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

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Sasha slept as long as she could, and before the sun had risen, Sasha was up. Her pack, which she hadn't bothered to unpack, was ready to go, and she slipped in her journal and sketch pad, before she made her way downstairs. It did not surprise her to see Patrick there, and she sat beside him, silent. They didn't have anything to say to each other, and Sasha was soon deep in thought, thinking about her response to General Sanders the day before. 

[color=00aeef]“Sir, the island doesn't prevent natural disasters, so I assure you your state of mind should be intact. I never said these disasters were truly natural. Have you measured the instensity of magic in the air, after such events? They are higher then they have been, in years. It evaporates after a few days, only for another disaster to occur. I believe that the amount of magic tenure island experienced, 100 ago, has either broken its barriers, or… well, Time is a funny concept.” [/color]

That had been all she had said on the matter, although she had gladly accepted the use of Frenzy Plants Air Ship, more than grateful for it. She spent the next few hours trying to talk with the guild masters, to see who would be coming, and it had t been an easy task. Even after that, Sasha had bend up late, working on several things, she had spoken with Lazarus for a few hours as well, convincing him, for now, to stay behind. That she would be okay, and that she was coming home. 

She didn't want to be worrying about him… if she was right... well. She wanted Lazarus as far from that island as possible. She had said her goodbyes to him last night, and perhaps that was why she hadn't slept long. 

She would come back. 

As it began to lighten, Sasha rose, moving towards the guilds doors, waiting for the rest of her guild to join her. She looked up at the sound of footsteps, a smile forming on her face. [color=00aeef]“Penny”[/color] she crossed the distance, and hugged her sister tightly, speaking softly to her, before she broke away. Standing with her sister, she let herself take comfort from her presence, not saying anything. They didn't need to say anything. 

As Jamie and Jarvis came out, a pouting Sam following them as if she could sneak out with them, Sasha was beginning to feel a little nervous, and worried. She greeted her guild masters as warmly as she could, returning once more to the doors.