[Mayhap one of these bells Ezar will get an actual explanation of why Summer keeps mentioning some yahoo named Ardbert, usually in conjunction with him, but it is not this bell. She's busy drawing circles on the tile with her fingertips, slow rotations that complete in time with the rise and fall of her breath.
G'raha's fingers are cool. His voice is sweet. Every so often her thoughts wander into stillness like an oasis in the desert, and the certainty that she's not turning into a lightwarden wraps around her like a blanket for a time. The stillness will fade again soon when next Emet-Selch's disdain rears its ugly head in her memories, but for now at least, she's grateful.]
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[Mayhap one of these bells Ezar will get an actual explanation of why Summer keeps mentioning some yahoo named Ardbert, usually in conjunction with him, but it is not this bell. She's busy drawing circles on the tile with her fingertips, slow rotations that complete in time with the rise and fall of her breath.
G'raha's fingers are cool. His voice is sweet. Every so often her thoughts wander into stillness like an oasis in the desert, and the certainty that she's not turning into a lightwarden wraps around her like a blanket for a time. The stillness will fade again soon when next Emet-Selch's disdain rears its ugly head in her memories, but for now at least, she's grateful.]
No. No, he's not. Who, then?