Broken Pieces

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Aleksandar

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Broken Pieces
« on: July 17, 2018, 09:17:50 AM »

He pressed a kiss against the fragile palm he held in his hand. It was chilled, that palm and the bones felt brittle. He sat with her as they stared out into the sea, the warmth soaking into his tired bones and the quiet very nearly driving him insane. "You'll not speak to me today?" he asked her quietly and got a tightening of her fingers against his own for his trouble.

She was fragile. Breakable and he was terrified of doing just that. He had fought so hard just to have moments of sanity with her, begged and pleaded for that Black Widow to save her mind as best she could. She had, but the sadness that never seemed to loosen its grip was in full force. Aleksandar could feel it beating against his bones.

"Aleksandar," she began softly, "Why do you love me still?" Aleksandar patted that fragile hand with his own strong one. "How could I not love the sweet sister I taught how to fly?" he asked her softly and clenched a jaw against the pain her words caused. If he could, every Dhemlan warrior who had broken her would be alive so he could kill them again. Her wings rustled at the memory and Aleksandar knew he had some time before her sadness came to drown her.

"Do you remember when you insisted you would attempt a run?" he asked with a laugh and her own pealed out, "I frightened father so badly he refused to let me out for a week." Their laughter mingled until her sobs broke through and Aleksandar knew the moment was over. She cried against him, wings tucked so tightly against her body Alek was afraid the sail would tear. He held the small, fragile woman while she screamed the blame she felt into the wind.

A quiet probe along the Summer-sky and a sweet, gentle handmaid came to collect his poor broken rose. Aleksandar gave her quiet instructions to keep his sister from harm and he remained where he was. Through the night he waited, a message sent from spear to distaff. He needed more than just a maid. He needed more than just a healer or black widow.

He needed a Queen. He'd sent for Ilithian.

A rustle of wings herald the arrival of someone, Aleksandar unmoving. He could move quickly enough, was experienced enough that he was confident he could protect himself should he need to. "She is getting worse," he said quietly, voice rough from lack of sleep, "I am afraid I will find her at the bottom of a cliff some day." It was ridiculous to think an Eyrien would allow themselves to shatter against the stone, but Aleksandar feared it every single day. "I do not know what to do." How that confession stung.



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Ilithian

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #1 on: July 17, 2018, 08:19:22 PM »
It was a bitter reminder of the way things had once been. For hours Ilithian had seethed in her bed. Pretending she could sleep. Even on the best of nights she found it hard to do. She just couldn’t silence the soft whisper at the back of her mind that another queen needed her help.

But he had called her! Like a dog! As if she, the Territory Queen of Askavi, should come when he beckoned! Blood boiling she had stuffed her boots on. This time she would answer. Make sure the queenlings on the Isle were safe. Clearly Aleksandar needed a reminder of why he was allowed to rule a district, whereas she was the queen of eyriens.

When she landed on the Isle she was alone. Escorts made to give her room. There was no reason to make a spectacle of them. Arms crossed and wings flared she landed almost silently. ”Is she getting worse, or just not meeting your growing expectations?” People said it took time to heal. What they didn’t tell you was that progress wasn’t always visible on the outside.

She was sorry Aleksandar worried. Sorry a sweet queen had suffered. But there was little she could do for either. ”I know you want to see some sign that she feels better, since so long has passed. Spirit wounds don’t heal the same way as body wounds, though. They have to be lanced, those feelings are like an infection. To heal, she has to face the suffering again. Maybe that’s why she seems worse. She might be ready to confront the pain.”

Ilithian had not been hurt that way. Though it had come terrifyingly close. Decades spent with the knowledge in her head that she would be purposely broken on the spear. By chance she had escaped that fate. But not that fear. Even now she wore a strong Illusion Web to alter the scent of her psyche. Hiding her vulnerability so that none would know it was there. She couldn’t face the thought of a Virgin Night.

Surely it must be ten times worse for one that had lived the nightmare.

”You will not make a habit of this.” She told him, still standing a few feet away. ”Territory queens do not answer the summons of others. If you need me, then you stop pouting, get your ass up, and come to my house.”

Aleksandar

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #2 on: July 17, 2018, 09:33:24 PM »

He listened to her berate him, Aleksandar's Warlord Prince on a tight leash. His sister was more than just not meeting his growing expectations. There never had been any, but it had been long enough, more than a century and still she despaired. "She cut herself two weeks ago," he told her dispassionately as he turned to regard her with golden eye, "Deep enough my sister-Healer almost wasn't sure she would survive despite her healing webs. It is more than expectations, Ilithian." He'd forgotten Ilithian was striking and not at all like what they'd always been told a queen was. Aleksandar blamed - or celebrated - her Shalador heritage.

"She can not seem to bring herself away from the memories and guilt. Were you aware she feels a deep guilt for the death of my parents? Or do you just simply enjoy cutting a man to the quick?" he hissed and turned away from her again, scrubbing big hands down his face. He was so tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of watching his baby sister suffer. So very tired. He had not been lying when he told her, his Queen, the fears that lay in his heart. His sister would lay at the bottom of this very cliff he had no doubt.

"Surely a court healer is stronger and better equipped to deal with this," he started, "There are none I could borrow for a time?" Desperate. His other sister, the healer with spunk and such fierceness, would be angry but Alek would chance it. He'd plead on his knees if he had to.

He snorted and caged his desperation. Why did she always rub him the wrong way? Pricked him with little irritations for simple things? She was Queen by virtue of caste and Jewels and he, her subject. She should be trying to care for him instead of slashing at him with anger.

"It was a request and nothing more, Ilithian. It is no fault of mine you read more into it than there was." He could understand it to a degree. She'd had a rough go of taking over the territory but her defensive attitude was trying. "Lead the way then," he gestured with his hand, "Flight or winds?" He'd prefer to fly, he was strong enough to fly half way around the realm and back but he'd do whatever she wished. Let her have the upper hand for a time.

"Or we can go up to my house," he offered instead.


Ilithian

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #3 on: July 18, 2018, 11:17:12 AM »
Instinct guided Ilithian’s Craft rather than conscious thought. Extending the radius of a calming spell that always glittered on the ends of her fingertips. It was here, on the Isle that she had first developed the habit. Hands working queen’s touch not enough when there were hundreds of wounded to reach all at once. This morning there was only Aleksandar to benefit from the ingrained tendency.

Warlord princes! Always so petulant. She didn’t know why they had to be so tender egoed all the time. ”Then it is more, but I still had to ask.” She told him firmly. Eyebrows rising into the crown of curls that swept over her forehead when he turned to face her. Young and pretty Ilithian was used to being looked at like a child. Or worse, not as a child at all.

Aleksandar might have had no expectations for his sister’s improvement, but he certainly had expectations of Ilithian. Without looking away the queen swept her Sapphire into the ground. Reading the land. Reaching across the rambling landscape to find the broken queen in question. Brittle psyche caressed before Ilithian returned to the questions, and accusations he laid on her shoulders. ”I’m sorry my thoughts hurt you, but you called me her to speak them. I think that you are both drowning in guilt. How can she be free of her own when she has to face your guilt over what happened every single day?”

She joined him on the ledge. Legs folding under themselves so she could perch on her knees. Wings fanned open for balance. Brushing his own as casually as if they were old friends. ”I cannot loan my healer to you, only because she will not come.” Smiling lightly at the thought of Cyprian she explained, ”She was raised on the battlefield. Treated cruelly, I suspect though she has never said. Half feral and impossibly shy.” A strange if beautiful creature that had amazed Ilithian with feats of healing others had declared impossible.

”She is a black widow, and might be able to lessen the memories for your sister. You would have to bring her Ligure, though.” Ilithian touched the ground with her queen’s craft again. Feeding it a pulsing dose of land cleansing power. ”It would be good for her, to get off the Isle for a bit. You can’t feel it, but I imagine even with her Jewels shattered she can. The way it hold the tears of mothers and the blood of countless warriors. Soil begging to be free of the stains, while she is helpless to heal it…”

Ilithain knew he had meant this to be a good place for his sister to heal. For a whole queen it was a challenge. Every time she landed there it bristled her nerves, made her wish there was a year or two to spend seeing it righted. To a broken queen, Ilithian shivered, it would be a walking nightmare. ”We will fly. To your house. So that I can ask her myself what she wants to do.”

Aleksandar

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #4 on: July 19, 2018, 12:11:37 AM »

Tightly leashed one moment and the next, puddled before a Queen and her craft. Aleksandar blew out a breath as Ilithian's calming spell took the wind out of his sails. It was almost too much and had Aleksandar been a different man, it would have effected him in more ways than just soothed him. The intensity that was a Warlord Prince was calmed, the turbulence his caste created smoothed away in the presence of a Queen. His Opal was no match for her Sapphire and for the first time in his life, Aleksandar wished for darker jewels.
 
"Tact is a good thing to practice, Ilithian," he murmured as he continued to look at her. He could feel her discomfort at the edges of his barriers and he sought to shore his walls tighter. He was already fierce and over protective about on queen on his land he could not deal with the anxiety of another. He looked away from her as he felt her Sapphire sweep into the ground. "I asked you here to help her, not tear into me for some perceived notion," he ground out.

Her words did hurt. Harmed and hurt, his guilt rising again. Hands dug into his hair and fingers tugged in frustration. "I can not help it. I can not help but think that had I been there none of this would have happedn," his voice was harsh at returned memories. Memories thought long suppressed. Too much blood. Shattered wings. Sorrowful eyes.

Too close and not close enough. Alek's body began to relax as she sat next to him, wings brushing his. Unusual and odd. His own widened and curled in a protective embrace. "Too many lost in a battlefield. Too many treated cruelly for someone else's pleasure," he shook his head, "I would like to meet this feral healer some day." And he would simply to sate his curiosity. "I brought her here to be safe," he told her softly, "Not to harm her more." He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face again.

He stood and offered a hand down to her. "So we shall," he said, "It's not far, a few minutes by air." He didn't offer to show her the way, she should know the way but he would fly point. He would make sure she was as safe in the air as she would have been on the ground beside him.

Ilithian

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #5 on: July 20, 2018, 10:44:57 PM »
”Everything has its place.” She agreed. Ilithian had won half the territory with diplomacy. While Aleksandar had won his small portion of it with force and trickery. He was no one to go schooling her on dealing with people. ”You’re just sensitive.” She promised softly.

They tended to be, warlord princes. Egos more fragile than other males. Needing to be needed. But on their own terms, most of the time, so that they were bristly and harder to leash. Ilithian enjoyed the challenge. One of the joys of being long-lived was the long leashing game. Slowly winning them over bit by bit until the bond was strong without their evening noticing.

She tapped her thumbs together thoughtfully. ”I only came to be a help to her. It was wrong of you to call me at all. You’ll just have to cope. I’m cranky today.” Dragging her escort out of bed and not finding any sleep in her own tended to do that. But Ilithian was a spirit hard pressed to meanness.

Already she was bubbling with a fresh wave of energy. She was here now, she would fix what she could before going back. Starting with this one. ”You don’t know that. You might have been the first to die if you had been there. Then who would have been left to see her to safety?” With a soft sigh she pulled his hands from his hair. Settling them on his knee with a pat., ”I know an old warlord,” Maybe Cruxvar wasn’t that old, ”that lost his whole family while he was away for the war. Parents, brothers, wife, sons, and a daughter. All dead. Now he minds the orphans in the hunting camp. I asked him once when I was too young to know better how he lived with it.”

There were so many, too many, stories like theirs. She has put Crux’s answer deep in her heart though. Shared it when the moment was right. In the hopes that it could help others. ”He said to me, ‘I went to war because they deserved a good future. Dying with them might have given me peace, but the same that being there might have saved them, not being on the battlefield might have lost us the war. Someones family gets to live the life mine should have had. And that’s better than no one getting it.’”

Funny how you could find wisdom in such unexpected places. A hard browed old hunter harboring such good answers. Alek eased by her side. Speaking more of the tragedies Askavi struggled through day by day. ”I would say she’d like to meet you too but mostly she just tolerates existing.” Ilithian admitted, then defended Cyprian in equal turn, ”She’s the best at her craft, though. There are men walking that should have died on the frontlines.”

The subject of his sister was a far heavier one. ”You couldn’t have known. The land speaks to a queen in ways it can’t to others. I feel it, and I’m sure she feels it. This place needs a queen’s touch. More than I can stop to give it.” That was a problem they could discuss in the house. Askavi wasn’t short on queens, but they were lacking in training. And many still hidden away. As her hold grew more secure on the territory more and more young Eyriens returned to their ancestral lands and fell out of the woodwork.

Taking the hand offered out of habit more than need she popped up from the ground with a smile. Wings already unfurling behind her back. ”I know.” She was a good flyer. And a good judge of distance. Body lean and wings shaped for slicing through the air.

Aleksandar

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #6 on: July 22, 2018, 09:20:16 PM »
He snorted. Sensitive indeed. He found he was quite enjoying himself with Ilithian. He hadn't thought he would. The last time they'd met, she rubbed him just as wrong as she did now. Young and untried in his opinion but he was far too old to whine like a child. "Perhaps," he agreed, "But I didn't know who else to turn to." And he hadn't. He didn't trust just anyone with the safety and mind of his sister. Too much could happen and Aleksandar couldn't bear the thought of what could be.

"My brother," he admitted, "He is who kept Lorian from dying while I was on the killing fields. When I could not remember who I was, he was there trying to keep her together. Perhaps he is a better man than I." He could admit these things. Could admit that his brother had done what Aleksandar could not. He grunted at her story of the old warlord. Perhaps he needed to meet this one too. There had been too many and more that Aleksandar had not see or met on the battlefields. "Perhaps he too is a better man than I."

He would meet this Cyprian on her own terms if she wanted. Aleksandar was curious by nature and Ilithian's description of the healer piqued that curiosity.

It saddened him that the Isle, the one place that should have kept his sister from harm had done that harm to her. He hadn't meant it and even though she told him he couldn't have known, he should have. He waved a hand to dismiss that thought. "I should have asked," he told her with a calm that belied the boil inside him, "A simple thing that I refused to do." He was feeling sorry for himself, he knew deep down, but Aleksandar had deeper guilt than he thought.

He smiled back at her, watching her wings unfurl and his own snapped out. He liked her spunk and cocksure attitude. "Come along then," he grinned at her, "Lead the way and I'll keep up." And with that he was in the air, wing beats lazy as he waited for her to lead the way. He had no problem doing just that as they made their way to his home. He landed lightly, admiring her as she flew as he had the entire time. Whipcord lean and a good flyer. She would make a good queen he supposed.

Lorian waited for them on the steps. Brittle looking, her wings fanned with agitation. "Alek!" she called to him with a hint of admonishment, "Why didn't you tell me she was here!" Alek could feel how tired his sister was despite the heat in her vice as he moved to take her hand in his. Bones fragile against his own as he lead her down to stand in front of that Sapphire queen. He would trust Ilithian with her probes and queen craft, trust her not to shatter his brittle little rose.

"Are you certain Ilithian?" he asked quietly as his sad eyes looked to her, "Are you certain that leaving would do her good?" Lorian started to fuss, deny the words he spoke but a look from Aleksandar quelled her outburst. "Come in," he told her, "Take some food with us and we'll discuss what can be done."

Ilithian

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #7 on: July 25, 2018, 10:35:41 PM »
”You can always turn to me, Aleksandar.” Ilithian sighed. Her expression and calming spell both gentle. ”But I can’t be seen answering summons from a warlord prince. You have to remember I am being challenged and judged from all sides. Everyday. Between my age and my heritage I have enough dissenters grappling to lay their claims over mine. I can’t give in to behaviors that make me look weak, unprepared, or submissive.” She needed him to understand. It wasn’t a lack of affection or willingness to help. Her war wasn’t over, it was just starting.

There was nothing she could say to soothe him further. Wings brushing his again she looked at him from over the curve of her cheek. Head resting on her own shoulder as she sat back on her arms. ”There should always be someone better than us. To encourage growth or something serene and queenly like that.” She flicked a hand in a graceful but pointless motion. Ready to fall back into silliness. That was much easier than being a poetic, poignant queen with personal problems to face.

She wasn’t surprised that he had never thought to ask his sister if she was happy here. That was so like a warlord prince. To enact their will then lament when they found out it caused suffering instead of relief or security or whatever combination of emotion they had hoped for. Without pity she nodded, ”That’s your nature. The nature of all warlord princes, really. To protect, and it’s been polluted in our race so that doing whatever you think is best, despite the will of others involved, is acceptable. That’s part of how we ended up where are we are now. Culturally, I mean.”

There was no anger at Aleksandar. He had never tried to rule or uproot a sitting queen as far as Ilithian knew. That hatred was saved for others. Men that knew better but chose to follow tradition instead of bending to natural order.

Come along, he told her, as if there was any choice. Lead the way, and he’d keep up. ”You can try to old man.” She tossed over a shoulder before plunging into the sky. Landing with all the grace one would expect of her caste. Feet landing hard but dancing off into tidy strides that brought her towards Lorian with arms held open for a hug.

Less gentle than Aleksandar had been. Not rough, but she wouldn’t treat the other woman like glass either. ”I wanted to surprise you.” She lied quite casually. Eyes not leaving the other queen as she answered his question. ”It won’t do her harm. If she wants to come and help me with my apprentices in Ligure.”

It was better, she decided not to make it about Lorain’s problems. But to turn into an agreement they could all happily stomach instead. ”Yes. There’s a lot to discuss and if Lorian agrees to join my court I’ll need my Sapphire fed to get us there.” Even without Craft of her own Lorian could tutor the younger queens. If she did well and it improved her health and depression then she could take a whole slew of young queenlings back to the Isle later. Teach them while they healed the land, and take three worries of Ilithian’s shoulders at once.

Aleksandar

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #8 on: August 06, 2018, 05:44:56 PM »

"As you say," he told Ilithian around Lorian's continued protests. He had indulged his sister too much in her protests and insistence that she was well. He hadn't missed the way Ilithian was just a little more rough with Lorian and Aleksandar couldn't help but think that he had done his sister harm in more ways than bringing her here. Far to often, Alek treated her with kid gloves, unwilling to push her over any edge she might have straddled.

Lorian gave the other queen a shy hug in return, unsure what to do with the fact Ilithian was here. She sent a small psychic smack to her brother as she led Ilithian into the keep. "We'll get you fed," Aleksandar told the other woman as Lorian spoke quietly to the butler who waited ever so patiently for his charge. The man was half in love with Lorian, though the fragile girl never noticed. "The cook is starting now," she told the other two Eyriens, "If you'll follow me?"

Sometimes Alek caught glimpses of the queen his sister could have been and it caught at his mind. The effects of Ilithian's calming spell had been potent and the male was grateful that it lasted as long as it did. The lamb roast, mashed potatoes, and soft bread was gone through with not much in the way of left overs. Not the most fancy meal, but it was hearty.

"I think if Lorian understands what the Isle is doing to her she might be more willing, Ilithian," he told the woman as Lorian refused, yet again to join Ilithian's court. He couldn't get his sister to understand that she needed to go. That being here was killing her. Slowly and surely. She would die if she didn't leave. "I just want to stay here!" the broken queen protested, "I belong here. With you, Alek. I'll be fine. I promise!"

"No. No you won't," he said softly. Guilt. Sadness. Anger. She was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it if she wouldn't agree.



(Definitely move Lorian around if you need to!)

Ilithian

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #9 on: September 09, 2018, 11:54:20 AM »
There on that very island Ilithian had lived out an adolescence made twice as tumultuous by war. It had been at the bedsides of the injured and often dying that she learned to control her calming touch. Absorbing the knowledge of healers both natural and trained until the Craft was something new. Something made unique by her caste and the hard press of necessity.

She couldn’t say how many hands she held. How many final breaths she had inhaled under the cool shade of infirmary tents. But she did know it had never been enough. Two hands, that was all she had. When so many around her were alone, their psyches reaching out to cling for some comfort to the child queen they couldn’t touch.

So she had found ways to make her calming craft a nearly sentient thing. Always a pool of it around her, looking for the needy. Filling the cracks in broken souls and haunted eyes. Even here, at Lorian’s early breakfast table.

Meal finished she settled against the chair back. Wings tucked to the space under her shoulders so they weren’t crushed. Their tidy ends spilling out under the gap of the wooden arm rests. ”Lorian will be willing because her Queen asks it of her.” Ilithian told them both gently.

”You belong where you can do some good. There’s nothing for you to do here, Lorian.” Nothing but dwell on horrible memories while the land sapped her spirit since it couldn’t have her Craft. ”Your brother is a man grown, if he needs a housekeeper or a wife to tend him in your absence then we will find him such.”

Palms skimming her curls from her face Ilithian leaned her elbows on the table. Graceful even in her break of etiquette. Chin tipped towards the other queen and eyes hard with reality. ”Jewels or no, you have a caste that demands service. I have young queens that need mentors. The war isn’t over, and our acting queens are overburdened as it is. Finding the time to train these girls is near impossible. Come with me, for a time. It will do you good to have a real purpose. To be off land that needs cleansing your sense but can do nothing about. Perhaps some of these apprentices will return with you if the training goes well. Come serve Askavi.”

Aleksandar

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Re: Broken Pieces
« Reply #10 on: September 16, 2018, 11:19:49 AM »
"You are dying, Lorian and do not try to tell me you are not," he tried to keep the growl out of his voice but pain and sadness brought it there anyway. His baby sister was dying. His little queen withering away because he thought he had been doing something good for her. It killed him as she silently wept for the truth that Aleksandar and Ilithian forced her to hear.

His dark brow shot up and a barely perceptible grin lifted the corner of his lips at Ilithian's statement of wives and housekeepers. "Do not even think it, Ilithian. What would I do with a wife I could not do myself?" It did his body good to joke and he watched the change come over his sister at the sounds of the tease. He saw the former spark in her eye and Alek knew she was playing the worth of leaving with Ilithian over in her mind.

"I will go," the broken queen spoke with a shudder, "I will do as my queen bids." And Alek's relief was a live thing. It crept out of him and Lorian's eyes shot to him with alarm, a subtle shake of his head moving her attention away again. His shoulders loosened, he hadn't even realized how tight they had been. Breath puffed out and he clamped down on the emotions that threatened to spill out. "Good. Good, you will do well there."

His eyes moved to Ilithian as the territory queen leaned forward on her elbows and his eyes did crinkle then as he caught the grin his sister failed to hide behind her hand. Perhaps he did like this new Eryien queen. "They would be welcomed here," he said, "If they wish to come." He would not force Lorian or another young queen to suffer again. He stood then and waited for the women to join him. His chin dipped in a nod and he held out his hand for Lorian's.

"If you need me," Lorian began before her brother stopped her words with a shake of his head. "I will be fine. Fully grown and capable," he chuckled as he kissed the fragile palm in his hand. Eyes sought Ilithian's and he nodded before stepping away. "She will be safe with you." It was not a question but rather a demand hidden within a statement. Lorian would be safe with Ilithian and that was that. Lorian's wave was watery as she and Ilithian stood upon the platform, the winds waiting. A single tear slid down the warlord prince's face as his little broken rose slipped away.

Aleksandar stood for a very long time, staring at the space Ilithian and Lorian had caught the winds. He missed her already, her ghostly appearance sad as it was, a staple of the manse. It would be quiet without Lorian around and his concentration was so great, Alek did not hear the approach of his other sister before the healer placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come along, brother mine, there is hot tea waiting."

 

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