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[h1][color=f6989d]Meredith[/color][/h1]
[h3]The Delivery[/h3][/center]

Meredith did not know what or who had roused that much demonic energy at the tournament. It was unlikely her mother had actually moved a finger to help her, and those siblings of hers were only useful as distraction, even. So whoever it was, it probably was wise for her to put as much ground as she could between them and her. It was somewhat helpful that like her mother and siblings, was a deft flyer. Even more now that some parts had lost quite some useless weight.[color=f6989d]“This is nice, I can fly better, even when encumbered.”[/color] She muttered to herself, her clutches firmly but carefully seizing her prey, Andras. Poor girl would've loved for a flight were she awake, such was her strange mind. To like what people hated, and to be reluctant about things she really liked but were deemed too childish. It was a pity that she was about to be handed over like a token.

But such was the way of this world. People were selfish and mean all the time. She just... had realized that. Her wounds kept closing and sealing, even though she was getting hungry. But there was not a moment to waste. She descended gracefully, the girl cradled in her arms, and knocked at the shelter's door, being careful to not rouse any bystanders.

 [color=f6989d]“Gally, Mer's hooome!”[/color] She chided.  [color=f6989d]“I got your package. Did you do what we agreed? Could you bring some proof so we can conclude this business? A finger would be nice.”[/color] She said, without batting an eyelid.

[@Dezuel][@KillamriX88]