Blackfeather Woods and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept,

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had anyone said such to her? she did not know. surprise mingled with the welling of blood from the bruised and lonely places in her soul; tears crept to her eyes. relmyna would not weep before him, but he would see the glisten there she was sure. how could the dark prince speak such to the pain within her? again, she did not know. her glance one of raw gratitude, relmyna nevertheless was silent.
the spores whispered when she lay down gratefully in the darkness of the small cavern, and watched his sunless form move off into blackfeather. he has made you a melonii. could kove do such? the priestess frowned, but her last thought before slumber smoothed the pale brow.
it was not damien, but cicero.