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a light ringing filled the ears of the mayfair as elodie asked after the woman who had been blossom's mother. if lestan concentrated very hard, shreds of a golden voice would touch his ears — only to be replaced by a charging doe of fire which transformed into a giant, gilded bird. flames were its wings, and its talons had cut through his entire body in countless dreams.
he trembled, and rapidly blinked, and shook his head as he stared sightlessly toward the shore; "she's gone."
and his voice was filled with the finality of one who has laid another to rest. 
lestan did not know, and yet there was a severing inside him at the thought of the golden light in a way it had not been for blossom.