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Druid was too preoccupied with the other girl’s elocution to process the remark itself. The way she said “maman” immediately reminded her of the way Heda tacked an “m” onto the end of Wylla’s name. It endeared her to the stranger, right along with her magnificent auburn locks.

What color are hers? she wondered when the words finally registered. She then did the proprietary thing and offered her name, I’m Druid of Rivenwood. Who are you? her gaze asked, admiration shining around the redhead’s bright reflection in her dark pupils.