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"And yet Now is upon us," said Tvarn Wind-Tamer. "For the Perfection is moving. Look."
I was looking into his ankle, then there was a frightening jerk on my tail and I was peering into his long wide face.
You ask how I’m writing this? I found a piece of broken crystal and am scratching the letters into my calf.
I was afraid to say anything, but my mouth said, “please don’t kill her” without making any sound.
There hadn't been a killing in years, though. We'd forgotten.
No one decided anyone's fate that day. The champions were too evenly matched.
She had dreamed of being a weaver, and a fisher, and a soldier, and many different wives, but the life of a seeker of knowledge had never come to her yet.
She cursed herself for freezing up and ruminating when the proper response was to react.
Nicolai was three years dead when I lighted to EZ Aquarii to forget him. Naturally he came along too.