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Iana blinked in the sunlight. The sky looked too big, and she felt horribly vulnerable, but hid it well. It was a queen's role to lead by example, and if her people were going to regain their lost place in society, they had to begin by leaving the sewers. Now that they could no longer change their shape, the sewers weren't safe. The bolt-holes they'd relied on for escape were closed to them forever, and the only way out lay before her, open and terrifying.
She wrapped her cat-fur cloak around her more tightly, and stepped out into the upside.