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                                                           Keepers of the Mookaite     Azavia’s burgundy hair hit the floor as she pulled off her headpiece. A warm breeze from the window caught her hair causing it to sway and glisten in the sun's setting glow. She examined the headpiece carefully. It was a gift from her grandfather, Ravihn, a popular gemsmith in his time. Azavia loved this headpiece. It held her long, wavy locks in place during a long work day. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it worked well and she’d grown to love it. It held a great sentimental value.    Even with the orange lighting in the room, th