The tall, muscular woman put a hand to her forehead to shade her eyes as she looked into the sky, watching intently. Her tonuge protuded slightly from her mouth as she concentrated on the object in the sky that she was watching float on the wind. She quickly put her hand back down to grab the spool of twine that an invisible gust of air threatened to rip it out of her strong grip.
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