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Imaqs joyful laugh spread to Rye, evoking his own hearty chuckle. As his laugh died down, a broad smile that reached his eyes remained. He was grateful to laugh, his nights were often so dry and lackluster. The change in pace, even if short, was a welcome one. For the moment he was going to make himself stay in the moment, enjoy the present as best he could before inevitably returning to hours of rethinking the past.
"The Inua?" Rye repeated, "What kind of spirit is that? What do they represent?" Was it similar to the mother nature spirit he knew? He was curious to know what beliefs she held.