Amalia
only lonely hid the morning from the stars
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Safrin does not know the answer, which surprises the girl. "I... I went down to try to get them out, that night." She swallows, remembering her failure. "I thought I saw a tortoise in the basement, that had been slain." Had it been a tulmhainar? Amalia tries to remember details, but the night is a cloud of poison and fear. Certainly it was large, though not as large as the one in the woods. She thinks he can picture world's upon it, but now she is not sure.
"I wasn't in there for long. But having met the tulmhainar here... And the Oasis was always green, despite being near the Spire..." She trails off thoughtfully, not wanting to think too hard. If a tulmhainar had been in the Spire - and if it had been killed...
Guilt like bile rises in her throat, and she wishes she had not pulled away, that Safrin's comfort was still on her skin.
"I wasn't in there for long. But having met the tulmhainar here... And the Oasis was always green, despite being near the Spire..." She trails off thoughtfully, not wanting to think too hard. If a tulmhainar had been in the Spire - and if it had been killed...
Guilt like bile rises in her throat, and she wishes she had not pulled away, that Safrin's comfort was still on her skin.
