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With the invitation she rose, a silent, ghostly presence in the moonlight. Her eagerness threatened to show in a tangling of limbs, but she reigned it in, for though she did not feel divine as the kurgarru were, it would not hurt to try for grace. In quiet deference she drew to the red woman's side and marveled at how natural it felt to stand beside her. The same pride that attached itself to thoughts of her lineage welled up within her again, and with it a fluttering warmth for which she had no name.

Because Eshamun had not yet spoken, Ragna remained silent. She always felt more at home in companionable silence, but would never begrudge her ekar-aji conversation.