Marethyn glancedback at the Deirus. Clear, crisp air, thin as agossamer streamer of cloud, fills her lungs. Atsome point, I think you must take the leap of faith and accept that not all Jeni Cerii are your enemies. She would teach it, of course.
No escape there. I know nothing of them. And there was something about the animal, some aura or magnetism or what-have-youthat he could not define but which, later on in life, when he told me the story, he knew was sacred. Alas, no, he said.
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