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Flipping mint green hair out of her heat-flushed face, Elluria fixed hawkish eyes on the man blocking the door. She could feel the floor vibrating from hundreds of feet, and hear the frenzied clamor of voices calling her name. Exhilaration flared like wildfire in her belly, and set her taped fingers tingling.

“I gotta get out there,” she said. She flicked her lip ring impatiently, and hefted her guitar.

This is what you’ve done with Naariel’s Legacy?” His eyes glowed like fire-lit rubies. “Squandering your years in backwoods bars?”

Elluria’s body stilled, sharpened. “Run along, little boy,” she snarled.

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: hawk, tape, legacy)

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