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Hey. I was going through my old photos. Found this.

Remember her? I wonder how she's doing...
- Colanda Achroma
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The graphics of this old computer game, geez-
- Colanda Achroma
Why does everyone want to use frying pans for this:

When you could use them for V I O L E N C E ?

I think I'd trust Sirius with our stove more than you. - Colanda Achroma
Need to calm my nerves. Need to anything but ruminate on what the Absol appearing again could mean...
- Colanda Achroma
[Video ID: Landa, without her glasses, is holding a Gliscor-infused purple paraglider over her head. She's on a rock that has multiple "landings", and has chosen the second-lowest of them to test the glider's proficiency.
[She inhales deeply, and lets it go. Then she adjusts her grip on the glider. "Ready!" she calls out to someone unseen.
[When she appears to have gotten confirmation from the unknown observer, she starts running for the cliff's edge. The glider fills with air, and the flaps begin to flutter.
[Landa flings herself over the edge. As she does, she shuts her eyes and clings tight to the glider's handles. She takes another deep breath. There's a wind at her back. It pushes her and her vertical sail towards a snowy forest.
[The paraglider does not bend to the weight beneath it. Its flaps flutter as if they had been sent into the air by themselves.
[Landa... Lands on one foot right beside the forest. The other falls in front of it. Her back is now to the camera. Her boots grind into the snow. She releases her breath, and glances back the way she came.
[There's electronic-sounding whooping and hollering from behind the camera.
[Landa flushes red. She folds the paraglider in half. Then she brushes loose blonde hairs behind her ear.
["U-um," she says, smiling somewhat. "That wasn't... Too bad. Think I should go a bit higher, Sparky?"
[/End video ID]
Bzzt! I think she's already gotten the hang of this!
- Sparky
I think I'll do it. I'll take the paraglider out for a test flight.
Going to borrow one of Dad's psychic-types in case anything goes wrong.
- Colanda Achroma