#princess millerna

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The protagonists of the 90's anime Vision of Escaflowne are depicted here - Merle, Hitomi, Millerna, Van, and Allen. Official art from Studio Sunrise with my edits in Picmix to create a classic sword and sorcery vibe.

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~Princess Millerna Sara Aston~

Millerna and edit: Me

Cosplay made by: Wettergott (Instagram)

Photo by: kintsugibird (Instagram)

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Ive been rewatching Vision of Escaflowne (because youtube algorithm compelled me to).. ohh boy.. watching the anime with adult brain you realize a lot of things you probably missed when you watched it when you were a child

Ex.

Allen was 21 in the anime, and Millerna and Hitomi were 15.. it gave me big ick whenever one of those two flirts with him. And every time he kiss one of them i keep saying "15, Allen, get away).

When i was a kid i did wonder about the Dilandau/Celena situation, specially what goes on down under.. i mean Dilandau is suppose to be male so does Celena grows the matching parts too.. I realize now that Dilandau is probably a split personality for Celena to cope with whatever experiments were done to her, the experiments probably just enhanced Dilandau's presence. Because at the end Jajuka told Celena that its ok to turn back to the gentle Celena. And that is way sadder than what i thought when i was a kid and also what the hell was i thinking 😂

Dilandau was a major jerk, i never thought of it before but he was so abusive with his subordinates and now i wonder why those guys are so loyal to him.

Duke Freid is based af, he is the father who stepped up. He knew, he fucking knew that Chid wasnt his but he acknowledged him, loved him, took care of him and even trusted the future of the Duchy to him. He didn't care about Marlene's former lover, and the fact that she still chose him in the end, I am 100% sure this man is a green flag.

Chid was swole at 5 yrs old. This little man was able to carry a huge ass sword twice his size to present to the zaibach empire for their treaty. Either that shit was not as heavy as it looks, there is magic shenanigans involved or Chid was swole af. Also, for a 5 yr old he speaks like he's 10. Either he is a genius or children in Gaea age faster or the author never met a 5 yr old.

To this day i am still upset that Van and Hitomi never really got together in any media made (manga, anime, movie), Hitomi will always end up going home, now i am more upset that Allen got to kiss Hitomi and Van only got a goddamn hug at the end.. I want my farewell kiss at the very least.

Since Van is a king he may still need to be married to have heirs to continue the Fanel bloodline. However, if he was responsible enough and realized that he shouldn't have kids to avoid the Draconian bloodline to be passed on and possibly repeat the same problem he had with Escaflowne. I know he wanted Escaflowne to never be used again, but shit can still happen and may inevitably be needed to be used again. If who inherits the throne is not very strict in Fanelia, this should be fine.

What the actual hell was Asturia's power hierarchy. The king had 3 daughters, supposedly, the first born should be the heir, but he sent her off to marry into the Duchy of Freid, but the duchy doesn't seem to be part of Asturia, so it's probably a duchy of another country. The next in line should be Eries, but when the king couldn't do his job after Zaibach attacked Asturia, Dryden was in-charge and he married the Mallerna the 3rd princess, and even before that Dryden assumes or maybe told that he will be king when he marries Mallerna. Even in a 90s anime there was a middle child syndrome. I didn't care about this when I was a kid, but somehow it bothered me now. Justice for Eries (the forgotten middle child).

Dryden was actually a green flag.. i think when i was a child I didn't like him for whatever reason. But now I realize that he isn't so bad. Aside from marrying a 15 yr old (he was 21, according to wiki), but that's Royal marriage for you, unfortunately. Besides the ick when he flirts with Mallerna. He bought a mermaid to set it free, paid the repairs for Escaflowne (the price of his main ship), helped Asturia during the war, and he wanted to wait for Mallerna to choose him.

Escaflowne has a "click here to call the Repair guy" mechanism in it. Literally, they can call the Ispano and they'll come right away whenever, wherever if they need it repaired 😂. Top notch Customer Support service. Nowadays, if you call the repair guy it might take 5-7 business days.. that's being generous.

I still dont understand Folken's motive to destroy Fanelia.. he is literally the first born of the king of Fanelia, he can open Escaflowne, he could have just returned with a dragenergist and claim his right to the throne to get Escaflowne before Van's coronation. But instead he let Van claim Escaflowne and had Fanelia destroyed. It could be argued that Van needed to take Escaflowne. But at the start the target was just "the dragon" Escaflowne, not Van.

I also still dont understand why Zaibach needed to wage war and it was necessary for the Zone of Absolute Fortune. Of course everyone's wishes will be tainted with their thoughts of war, that was the last thing they were doing, their adrenaline is still working overtime. They haven't sat to think what is going on so of course they would unintentionally wish for the fight to continue, they were still on survival mode.. i think they would have a different result if the Zone was activated when everything was peaceful. Did they need the situation to be dire?

Dornkirk is Isaac Newton. Lol

By the way, the way Dornkirk described what happened when he arrived in the Zaibach Empire.. bro was having a major god complex, "sent there to save these people" like sir.. you end up there cause you wished hard enough.

I kinda missed animes having a bit meta in it with their opening and ending songs.. ex. The opening song for Vision of Escaflowne is the tune in Marlene's music box.

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Reposting for the spooky season.

Originally when I drew this I was going to do a short series of spooky themed comics with this as the cover, and unfortunately life got in the way and I just never got around to it. Someday when I am not totally burned out I may return to this idea.

A little scary movie themed Escaflowne fanart.

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Tried to pull from a variety of properties rather than my usual fandom haunts heheh. Tagging @ezlo-x @fairy-spring @aniimus @juruna-yudja @purpledamonarch @frumpybadger and also YOOOU looking at this!

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Did I ever showed you this? I'm not good at writing but sometimes I try!

Escaflowne ficlet: Marlene x Allen: Unfair passion

Allen couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, captivated by her ethereal beauty. The way she leaned against the veranda, the gentle sway of her golden locks in the spring breeze, drove him to the brink of madness. In that moment, the entire palace garden faded into insignificance, for all he could see was her.

With every fiber of his being, Allen stared at her, his longing so palpable it seemed to echo through the garden. He found himself lost in speculation, pondering the thoughts that consumed her. Could she possibly think of him? But such a thought was audacious, absurd.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, laden with desire and despair.

The resemblance to Marlene was uncanny, as if fate was playing some cruel trick on him. Allen had loved and lost, and now the princess, Millerna, rekindled every dormant emotion, stirring his heart and soul.

Unable to resist the pull of their connection, Allen’s body instinctively propelled him toward her, step by step. His desires were laid bare, and he yearned for her touch.

Suddenly, Millerna sensed his gaze upon her and turned to face him. Their eyes locked in a moment that felt suspended in time, electrified with unspoken words. Allen’s heart threatened to burst from his chest as he witnessed a blush creeping upon her cheeks, accompanied by a shy, but enchanting smile. He could no longer suppress the overwhelming emotions that coursed through him.

A fleeting thought of Marlene flitted through his mind, but it was Millerna who filled his vision now. She consumed him, body and soul.

“Allen,” she said in a voice that seemed to caress his very being, “What a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

His mind scarcely registered her words, for his senses were solely devoted to studying her features—the curve of her lips, the depths of her eyes, the softness of her skin. The memory of Marlene whispered in his ear, her velvety voice echoing in his heart.

How long had it been since he last felt such a connection?

“Marlene, I love you,” he murmured, as if reaching out to a ghost. And with that declaration lingering in the air, Allen closed the distance between them, succumbing to a passionate and consuming kiss, uniting his desires with the ecstatic princess.

[eireanness]

Complete! This scene is inspired by the Escaflowne drama CD Thoughts of Jeture. I thought it'd be cute to do a "what if" moment. What if Dilandau hadn't attacked at that time in Asturia? What if the characters had been able to attend the Festival of Jeture?

Just something light hearted and hopefully cute! I'm not a big fan of writing. I much prefer to read other people's works, but this is what I wrote for the scene.

"The city was abound with festivities. The echoes of  laughter and song carried on the wind, minstrels were playing instruments that reminded her of a zither, lute, and some type of flute. They were singing tales of the great sea god, Jeture. Songs and poems of the tragic love story of Alia and Meifia. There were troupes doing small puppet theatres acting out tales of the heroic kings of the past, and fables for children.

Delicious scents from food wafted through the air. There were several stalls confectioneries, specialty breads, roasted meats. Young adults dressed in costumes, similar to what they were wearing, passed by; maidens clinging to their partners arms and pointing to the stalls they wanted to visit. Little games for young males to impress their female companions. A medieval type festival… I wonder if this is what they had been like on Earth too? Well… maybe without the beast people... I still can’t get used to this, she thought to herself, as she passed by a dolphin-like couple. They had wandered over to a small, less busy village square to grab some refreshments, Millerna was adamant that they try a particular beverage only served this time of year. Allen, being the ever honorable knight, took on the task to grab said refreshments. Millerna sat down at a small decorative table outside the small cafe like building. “You’ll love this drink! Vino pales in comparison, Hitomi,” Millerna gave a knowing wink to the lightweight. Hitomi rolled her eyes. The princess was elegant and regal, but had a side of mischief to her. She hated to admit it, but she did like Millerna quite a bit, aside from the Allen rivalry. But she knew that she had no chance with the knight. He flirted with her, but that was just how he was. He did it with all the palace maids… every woman he encountered for that matter. Indeed,  he was just a natural charmer.

She huffed and her eyes drifted to the Fanelian king. Van was discretely looking around, his eyes scanning the locality for any sign of Zaibach interference she supposed, Always on edge…Van, can't you ever take a minute to breath? She sighed and took the time to appreciate the festive decorations.

Colorful pennant banners were strewn overheard, going from building to building. Flower boxes were filled with greenery and some had native flora. The centre was home to a simple but beautiful fountain, water spewing from the dragon heads adorning it. The crystal clear water seemed to sparkle, and the fine mist from the spray created beautiful little rainbows in the early noon sun. The little square had slightly less people at this time of day due to the main attractions being scattered around the bazaar, and in other parts of the city.

A small group of younger couples were drawn towards a quartet detting up in the far end of the square. "Oh!!” she exclaimed.  “Van, let’s check that out!” Hitomi grabbed his arm and all but dragged him behind her.

Van had been deep in thought, surveilling the area. He had this feeling someone was watching them, but Hitomi’s ease and lack of concern had him wondering if maybe he was being overly paranoid? Afterall… Hitomi does have that… power which allows her to sense dangers... I can’t rely on that though. He had heard her call his name and mumble something to him, but he was still preoccupied with his thoughts. The next thing he knew, he felt a strong tug on his arm. The shock caused him to stumble slightly, but he was able to quickly regain his composure. He hadn’t  expected the green eyed girl to be so forceful, or brazen. “Come on! Let’s see what they’re doing!” Millerna watched as the two made their way over to the little gathering. Her plan to act as match maker seemed to be working on the young king and his female companion. A sly smile graced her features. "Princess?" Allen had finally returned with a small tray of beverages. "Oh, Allen, perfect timing," Millerna graciously took the beverage handed to her and returned her gaze to the youthful couple. Allen's gaze wandered over to them. "I definitely didn't think I'd see him dancing. It's good to see him in higher spirits. I was worried he'd be brooding," Allen said with a small chuckle. "You have to admit. She has a certain way about her, I think it they're a good match, don't you think so Allen?" Millerna's eyes twinkled. ”It looks like they’re going to dance," she excitedly announced. "Hitomi, we don’t have time to waste on this…” he grumbled. ”Oh come on Van! Live a little! Do you know it?” ”You do realize I am a King, do you not? Of course I’d know of other countries and their traditional dances. Fanelia has one similar to this as well,” he said a slight frown forming on his features. He wasn’t really upset, he enjoyed that she treated him as someone normal. But it did hurt his pride just a bit that she apparently thought him that much of a bumpkin. ”Then let’s do it! You should try to have fun and enjoy this,” she said as she started to mimic what the other young women were doing. Their hands lifted and they were shaking the little bells at their wrists. The steps and motions looked very similar to la Moresca. Van shook his head and a very small, amused smile crept over his lips as he gave in to her whims."

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Fellow Escaflowne fans, doesn't she remind you of Princess Millerna?

THE BORGIAS costume appreciation: 45/∞ (costume design by Gabriella Pescucci)

[katiajewelbox]

Portrait of Princess Millerna Aston from the anime series Vision of Escaflowne. Millerna is one of my favourite characters in this anime because she breaks many stereotypes about “princess” characters. For example, she is devoted to her medical studies and aspires to have a career as a doctor as well as her royal duties. She helps save the lives of her friends and allies on many occasion in the anime using her medical knowledge. 

GIF made in Picmix with official art from the anime.

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Youngest Princess of Astoria

Millerna Sara Aston: me

Cosplay made by: Wettergott (Instagram)

Photo and Edit by: Schattenfuchs (Instagram)

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“My dear sister…” That voice. It couldn’t be. “..you look so lovely.” Princess Millerna turned her head sharply to where she had heard the only-too-familiar voice compliment her on her wedding day. She had just boarded the vessel that would convey her and her betrothed to their wedding ceremony but for a moment, everything stood absolutely still. She looked around her in alarm only to see that all her surroundings, from the excited crowd of well-wishers, to the Heavenly Knights gathered to protect her, to her father and second eldest sister watching her from the palace….everything was frozen in time. Not a sound, no movement, nothing. And it was only then that she noticed the glowing figure of her late eldest sister, Marlene, standing in front of her on the same vessel, with the proud and gentle smile she had always remembered. “My warmest congratulations, Millerna, on your wedding day,” Marlene greeted, her smile widening as her youngest sister could only stare in disbelief. “How is this possible?” Millerna cried, aghast, “How are you here right now?” A thousands thoughts raced through the young princess’s mind at once, various seemingly rational explanations for the vision before her. She needed to make sense of this somehow.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2022 Escaflowne Pic 'n' Fic time!

Millerna Aston approaches her wedding ceremony, but something or someone causes her to turn back, startled.

[I wanted to leave it open-ended for the fic writer to explore!! That's a homemade lens flare right there, friends.]

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reference credit to @adorkastock 's 'Swish'.

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A gift and thank you to @radical-rad1986 for everything that you do.

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Heavy Hangs the Head that Wears the Crown

Escaflowne Secret Santa 2017!  A gift for @Pikafwance This was supposed to be NSFW but it sort of ended up not being.  *hangs head*  Sorry!  I’ll make it up to you but Dryden and Millerna had their own ideas.

This takes place a colour or two after the Destiny War.

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“The war is over.” Millerna stated coolly, her voice flat with warning as her lavender eyes smouldered and simmered dangerously.  “You seem to have missed it.  Was there a scheduling conflict I wasn’t aware of?”  Greater men than he had been broken by that gaze, at least that’s what Dryden told himself as he bowed his head in very real shame at his abandonment in her time of need.

“I... I have no excuses to offer you.”  He murmured softly, not even daring to look up at her even as he spoke.  A wise man chooses his battles with care, and this was one he had no hope of winning.  Best to play dead and live to fight another day.  Or in his case, simply live.  He was a big fan of living.

“Oh good.”  The princess placed her teacup down on the tray by her chair, the sound sharp in the uncomfortable silence of the room.  With regal grace, she rose to her feet, absently adjusting her long gown with skilled fingers so that the pleats fell just so.  The action was so automatic that she didn’t even give it any thought, which was good because at this very moment, her thoughts were very unbecoming of an Astorian princess.  “I would hate to have you further insult my intelligence with false bravado.”  

Without taking her eyes off of him, she reached down to the tabletop and picked up an elegant golden ring.  With a slight twist of her fingers, she displayed the seal of Jeture emblazoned on it’s surface surrounded by a sea of diamonds.  It was a ring fit for a king, the king of Astoria to be specific.

“And do you think that you’ve earned this?  Earned my love with your absence?” This time Dryden did flinch, unable to deny the venom behind her words, though he did finally look up.  Eyes the colour of smokey jade stared into hers, trying to show without words the depth of his love and devotion.

Millerna had grown far from the sweet naive girl she’d been before the war had torn it’s way across her country, shattering her peaceful perfect life. She was a woman now, one who wasn’t moved by something as simple as a sincere look.  Dryden could see that well enough and he knew that she required more than lofty intentions.  She required actions, a great many noble actions to counteract the pain he’d caused her in her darkest hour.

“I wanted to rebuild our country alongside our people.  I wanted to prove to you that I could be the man you could love and admire on my own merit.” He all but whispered, wishing inwardly that his voice sounded stronger, more self assured, but there had always been something about this beautiful fierce princess who’d always unmanned him with little more than a glance.

“And you thought that your absence would endear yourself to me?  That a missing heir would embolden our people and give them hope and confidence when they needed it the most?”  Pale perfect eyebrows narrowed in a slight frown as she made it abundantly clear that his logic left much to be desired.  “We needed you.  I needed you, and instead you left us for your precious shortcut to my heart.”  This time, it was Millerna who turned away, tears shimmering at the edges of her eyes. “You fool.”  Her voice was so soft, so bitter that it nearly broke Dryden’s heart to hear it.  “You already had my heart and that of our people, but look what you did to them both!”  As she spoke, her voice rose, not so much in volume, for it never rose beyond a ladylike murmur, but there was a slow burning fury beneath the gentle tones which warned of the fire blazing within her soul.

“Is this what you would bring to our country?  My country?”  Her delicate hand closed around the ring, squeezing it tightly as if to expunge the pain it had caused her... Dryden could only assume she was pretending it was his throat by proxy.  “You, Dryden Fassa are a coward.”  She charged him, causing the merchant lord to open his mouth in ready objection, only to be silenced by her raised hand.

“Do not interrupt me Lord Fassa, you lost that right when you placed this ring in my palm.”  Her eyes narrowed and Dryden obediently closed his mouth, realizing that arguing was only going to make his already tenuous position even worse.  “I do not mean to imply that you fear death or injury, you have proven your worth there as a man.  Nor do you fear the risky endeavour or the path less travelled.  No.  What you fear more than anything is responsibility.”

Again, she opened her fingers, displaying the ring which now seemed to taunt him, mocking him.   It seemed to light, so innocuous in her silken gloved hand.  Nothing but a ring, a pretty bit of jewellery glittering in the sunbeams which lit the room with afternoon warmth.  That was where the trap lay however.  It’s weight couldn’t be seen, but it could certainly be felt, and for Dryden, day by day, colour by colour as the war pressed onward and the losses of the allied nations grew, he’d felt himself crushed by it.  

Astoria had been the leader in the war against Zaibach, the epicentre of the resistance, and as heir, an incalculable amount of lives had been in his hands.  After the slaughter at Rampant, he’d remembered the words of King Van echoing in his head over and over again.  If you don’t fight, you’re just waiting to be killed.  Waiting to be killed... a victim... a burden.  

Dryden had no idea how to fight.  He was a man of words, of books and ledgers.  His wars were fought with accountants and treaties, not with swords and guymelefs.  How was he supposed to lead a country on the eve of war?  Specifically a losing war?  When he’d looked out his window of the palace, watching the soldiers training, preparing to move out onto the front lines, he’d seen nothing but a courtyard filled with corpses, each one sent to walk the Paths of the Dead by him.  His ignorance, his inexperience had led to the countless dead at Rampant, and now he was certain it would lead to hundreds... thousands dead upon the fields of battle.  It was simply too much.

He’d looked down at his ring, at the beautifully carved serpentine shape of Jeture Himself and remembered that the great dragon only granted earnest wishes.  What of the wishes of a coward? What was the worth of his wishes when compared to those who were putting their lives on the line?  No, his heart was unworthy, his prayers would only call down the great dragons wrath.  In his heart, he knew that he wasn’t worthy.  Not yet.  He’d become the heir not through his own worth, but because of the power wielded by his father and it tainted every decision he could ever make.  

Only when he had earned that title, that most noble of rights, would he wear that ring once more.  He vowed this solemnly as he watched those brave young men marching off towards their deaths, for he knew without a doubt that few if any would return.  The loss of their lives was inevitable, but what he could do?  What he truly had the power to do was change the fate of those left behind.  In the aftermath of the war, he could help the civilians, rebuild his country from the ashes and finally prove his worth to himself.

Still, explaining that to the beautiful and fierce woman standing in front of him, the woman he’d so grievously wronged... that was easier said than done.  Instead, he didn’t try.  Rather than argue or plead, he simply knelt down at her feet and bowed his head low in supplication.  The move was so unexpected that Millerna actually took a slight step back, confusion filling her face as she struggled to understand this new ploy.

“I only wished what was best for this country, and for my beloved wife. In my ignorance, I wronged both you and Astoria.  My actions were selfish, ill conceived and yes... cowardly.  All I ask is for a chance to atone.”  

There was the soft thump of something deceptively heavy hitting the thick rug in front of his nose and as he risked a look, he saw Jeture’s shining form filling his vision, daring him to take up the impossible burden once more.

“You hurt m Dryden, more than you will ever know.”  Millerna stated coolly.  “However, this country needs leadership more than my pride needs soothing.  If you wish to atone then you will listen very carefully to what I am about to say and you will follow my words exactly.”  Her tone left no room for argument and for the first time ever, Dryden realized that standing before him was not a simple princess, but a fierce and regal Queen.  One who was NOT to be meddled with.

“You are going to pick up that ring, place it upon your finger and stand at my side for all of Gaea to see.”  She instructed levelly.  “You will smile and wave to the people, you will radiate confidence no matter how badly you tremble or cower inside your soul.”  There was a slight pause as she allowed her words to sink in.  “You will be heir to Astoria and one day, you will be king, but you will not rule. Until you learn true courage, that will be my burden and I will instruct you on what to say and do.  I will decide the fate of this country and you will make my wishes known to the nobles and the Council of Allies.

“Once you have learned what it is to rule and appreciate the responsibility and self sacrifice required to hold the lives of a country in your hands, only then will I permit you to be my partner upon the throne, but your will alone will never be law.  Understand this Dryden Fassa and accept this or else leave my sight and never return.  Do I make myself clear?”  

He’d never heard such strength in the voice of another, not even King Aston spoke with such utter conviction and Dryden had no doubt that this woman would lead Astoria to greatness with or without his help.

Slowly, silently, he reached out and gently picked up the ring, slipping it onto his finger where it immediately weighed his hand down, seeking to press it into the floor.  This time, he looked at it for a long moment, studying the elegant coils of the dragon, the way His eyes seemed to stare into his own, studying, judging.  Could he do this? Dare he do this?

With careful deliberation, Dryden closed his hand into a fist and pressed it against his heart, vowing silently to do his best or die trying. He would make his country and his queen proud.  It didn’t matter what it cost.

Looking up into those beautiful lavender eyes, Dryden saw the first hint of warmth in their depths, and to him, it was like the first beams of springtime sun after a cold dark winter.

“Rise up husband.”  Her voice was as demure and gentle as he remembered it being before the shadows of war had engulfed them, but he knew that the warrior queen still lurked behind the battlements.  “It’s time to learn to rule.”  A slender silk gloved hand reached out and he took it gently in his own, raising it to his lips to bestow a loving yet dignified kiss to her palm, earning himself a faint smile as reward.

“As my queen wishes.”

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Whoa hey wait a minute….where did Allen’s owl buddy go? Does it even have a name? Was it there only to boost cool points? haven’t seen it since Millerna showed up. I hope it’s ok

[katiajewelbox]

I can imagine Princess Millerna sitting here with Celena and having a chat.

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Millerna cel from my personal collection.