[Fang simply gives a casual little shrug, accepting the sash. That in hand, the turnskin wanders over to the river, dunking it in the cool water. Gods, the water feels blissful, even if it isn't real. Fang can't stop herself from scooping it up and taking a drink. Clean, fresh, cold. Remember that feeling.]
[But after that, she stands, wandering back to Akko with the soaked sash.]
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[But after that, she stands, wandering back to Akko with the soaked sash.]
So, you've got a wand. You're a witch, yeah?