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A long, long time ago, it was said in the markets, where the voices of children yelling and playing could overlap the sounds of the merchands yells, that the virtues, carefully crafted by the witches themselves, were send to be blessed with magical patterns, some that resembled the sky and the sun, and others that mimicked musical lyrics, and much more.
Patterns hidden under fabric and dough, said to have the ability to glow!
The Fount's scars, mimicking the gallexy and all it's planets.
The Herald's, said to paint out the desert's land.
The Flour, said to have dots, all scattered across her dough.
The Bringer of Happiness, told to have ones like stripes.
And the Solidary, with the lyrics that sang out songs on his body.
These very patterns were said to glow like a campfire in the mids of the cold night, and that they grew brighter when the virtue's magic was being used!
But a question that maybe no one knows.. is do the Virtues still have these on their dough?