Sabine Wren
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She was already getting tired — her muscles were sore and she was becoming more and more impatient as she looked at her pretend Master who was her age. She couldn't imagine that such a person had such a force of power that he wanted to pass on.
She tried to make these stones for the sake of her own good fly to her, but it was difficult, even though she thought this task would be easy.
"This is so annoying!" She said, feeling impatience that prevented her from doing the job well.