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Legend sends water and Esets cuts it with her teeth! The snaps and splashes and giggles entombed all about them. Beneath the surface her tail wades as Legend evades, and now her own eyes will cast dizzily away into some port of numbness. She would hold her peace where decidedly it could no longer be touched.

But Legend knew, because she had been there. And Eset laughs at the absurdity of having served the mazoi some fine meal in the last life only to be bathing beside her in the next.

“He didnn’ trade me- I got away.” Mom. “He isssn’t good, Legend,” Apep.

“Shee never tolld me. But I kneww. Shee couldn’ look at me without seeing him.” Halfblooded. Distantly she stares, massaging the back of her skull along the edge of the spring.

“Ha! I don want your pity. Nnn don ask for mine. Girlsss like uss, we have a lot more to live for thannn that. But youuu owe me noww. So tell me.”