TKC 322
There are no words to describe Iniri’s process, for I do not
see how she operates. After experiencing an enveloping green glow, I lapse into
oblivion. Whether this is deliberate on her part or the result of my weakness, I
cannot say, and the question barely occurs to me when I again awaken. It is of
no matter, after all; what matters is the result.
I awaken to find Enris perching at the foot of my bed,
watching me intently. Iniri sits with her forehead resting on the bedclothes
beside the bed. Every line in her form suggests exhaustion.
Enris puts a finger to his lips when he marks my return, and
then points at his sister. Yes, she is weary; I nod and smile and close my eyes
again. Enris’ weight lifts from the edge and his footsteps move to the right,
no doubt to where Leffandir waits. Iniri does not move and I am careful not to
jostle her. The girl Siri is silent somewhere beyond my sight.
After the binding of brother and sister under the blue dome
on Makaran I have not employed my talents much. There was no need for them and
thus I gave my attention to ruling our world. While that creates a different
type of talent, it has no basis in the supernatural realms. Now I reach for my
inner Well; it is time to know where I am both physically and magically.
How I wish I thought to investigate my poor health using my
talents, for this illness would then never have gained the foothold it did.
Lorn would have been unmasked swiftly. Lorn, however, employed loyalty and
trust against me, as well as his honeyed tongue. How I will deal with his
treason I do not yet know. He is my brother; I do love him despite all.
I reach in … and bolt up. I am certain my eyes must be huge
in my lined face.
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