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11-18-2012, 10:26 AM
SVETLANA the STORMCHASER
I wasn't completely sure if I was insulted or relieved when he smiled gently at me, his words a cooling balm on my feverish mind. No, I decided, I was just delirious and not taking everything in right. I glanced downwards at his dark leg, and I could see no scar, no trace of a former injury of a broken leg. Incredible. Soon, my thoughts were whisked away by joy of the warmth on my skin, driving away the wet cold of the damp snow falling thickly from the sky as the temperature dropped, nearing nightfall. Not good. "Healers are strange creatures, no matter how kind they may be." Is what I say, a delayed response many seconds later to Lace. It's rather irrelevant, but upon saying it, I immediately feel as if it does make sense. They're bizarre, and woven deep into plant lore, and it's weird! Whoa girl, slow down. A voice tells me in the back of my head, and I sigh deeply, struggling to remain upright and ignore the pain. Definitely delirious. |
let me tell you
you just have to trust me
