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She turned the golden, Grecian arrowhead, over and over in her palm and thoughts. Studying it from various angles looking for any inscriptions etc. Besides the ridding sun symbol and laurel wreath crown. Both of which were connected with Apollo, who had been one of her family's patrons & master in the olden days. According to family lore and the research she'd and her great grandparents have collected and done over the years.

Check, certain of her and gran Vivian's abilities could be proof of that or at least. Some sort of favor/ deal made and shown. Though neither of them had met the being personality.

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In a world of white on white, she sensed before she saw the shape of antlers.

"Sol?" She calls out softly, uncertain and then blinked as she went breathless and speechless in awe. As the great shaggy head turned, revealing not her stag friend but a large and regal, King Stag. Misty breath wafted from his nostrils as he stood still. And then a ear twitched. Before he turned and gracefully started walking unafraid toward another part of the wood she carefully and cautiously followed padding softly as she could.

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Some time later.. She spotted something.. gleaming , there we're Grecian in style, golden type arrow heads. They seemed to resonate with her, and even with her gloves were warm to the touch. Something about them seemed familiar.

She glanced up to see she was beneath a laurel tree.

More unusual, she didn't always bring things back with her, but one of the arrow heads was in her fist when she did, sunlight dappleing on her check through the curtains.