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Koriand'r's frustration was slowly building as the stone continued to crack, and yet the cuffs remained in pristine condition. Either the stone on this planet was more fragile than she expected or the cuffs were sturdier than most. It must be the latter, if she could have broken out of them before while imprisoned then she certainly would have by now, even without the numerous shocks and experiments she had experienced on a daily basis. Of course, that meant she was at a standstill. If physical force wouldn't remove them, what would?

Letting out a huff of annoyance, she readied one last thwack before hearing a voice in a language she didn't understand. The alien nearly jumped in place as she noticed the strange blue creature, its patterns unfamiliar to her. For one, those patterns usually belonged to creatures six or seven times its size, and this one wasn't even taller than she was. For another, they didn't normally speak. At least, she was certain it was trying to speak to her, even if she didn't understand what it was trying to say. If it was a denizen of this planet then she supposed it could be asking what she was doing. 

Unwilling to look weak despite her predicament, Koriand'r's eyes glowed green, the tail end of her hair sparking up as she hovered in the air. [color=lightsalmon]"[abbr=This is none of your concern...Blue Culacao,]Kortraf glorven kienta...Asul Culacao,[/abbr]"[/color] Koriand'r spoke slowly, raising an eyebrow. [i]Was [/i]it a Culacao? She actually had no idea if she was being honest. And it didn't matter, the less attention she got, the better. [color=lightsalmon]"[abbr=Leave me be.]Kentaf korneg sufra.[/abbr]"[/color]

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