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for a while the silence stretched between them, a pause that did not perturb the wraith. she knew firefly would speak when ready; his mind seemed heavy, and often dialogue did nothing but clutter working thought.

after an interval he spoke, nary a glance given to the sylph as he did so. caiaphas kept her gaze trailing the waves fondly, her ripped ear flicking towards him as he mentioned a woman with a golden coat. "niamh?" she queried, looking upon his features for confirmation of her guess.