Despite herself, Eda curled her fingers into his, seeking his stability.
His expression flickered.
Robin whispered words that might have been Old Weslic, totally incomprehensible. The old woman was unnervingly still. A gentle breeze sent the candles flickering and stirred Eda's hair. Kit's focus drifted, following the curls as they danced. Then he seemed to catch himself, eyes snapping back.
— 10 hours, 14 min ago
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