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“It is still there, but it is so very faint.” You sigh. “I miss it already.”
“If you won’t let go, she won’t either,” Rubida reassures her. She looks a little less pale. “Thank you for recounting what happened. I was afraid you might have kept it a secret for my sake.”
The thought did occur to you.
“You are a Knight still.”
“Not any more than you are, Argia Candente,” she laughs. “And ere this story comes to an end, I am ready to bet you will be ten times the Knight I ever will be. So be it! To each her own part, to each her own play. We just have to play it the best way we can…” she shakes her head. “You helped me deal with some painful memories. So! Do you plan to ask her if she knows anything else about your cameo? Could it really be the key to all of this?”
You frown, trying to put the pieces together. You trace a few lazy circles on the sand with the tip of your toe, as if you could put everything together with the stroke of a pen.
If only Sandora was there. She could counsel you.
Willow would probably just tell you to go with whatever sits right in your chest.
And right now…
“One of the keys, for sure. I am still missing a few crucial details I can’t understand. If it’s heretical, how come it has survived for so long? Rosandra is convinced my cameo rested on…” you gulp. The idea is so absurd, it sits so uncomfortably large in your head that you couldn’t fit it and only now you try to painfully squeeze it with the others. “Rested on Ansàrra’s body for a while. For a long while.”
The wind carries away the broken breaths of your friends.
“That is absurd.”
“No, it… it matches what we saw at the Temple. The Temple of Saint Bragia is very ancient, remember? And it has not been touched since right after her death, so the portrayal there must have been the one most close to the truth.”
“A truth hidden in the Glass Heath,” you follow, “on the other side of the sea, in a sanctuary not even Crows dare to trod upon.”“But why?” Soralisa scratches her head, baffled. “I had yet to see a single representation of Saint Bragia with that weapon before I noticed it on your cameo. I thought it was just a mistake…”
[cont.]
“It is still there, but it is so very faint.” You sigh. “I miss it already.”
“If you won’t let go, she won’t either,” Rubida reassures her. She looks a little less pale. “Thank you for recounting what happened. I was afraid you might have kept it a secret for my sake.”
The thought did occur to you.
“You are a Knight still.”
“Not any more than you are, Argia Candente,” she laughs. “And ere this story comes to an end, I am ready to bet you will be ten times the Knight I ever will be. So be it! To each her own part, to each her own play. We just have to play it the best way we can…” she shakes her head. “You helped me deal with some painful memories. So! Do you plan to ask her if she knows anything else about your cameo? Could it really be the key to all of this?”
You frown, trying to put the pieces together. You trace a few lazy circles on the sand with the tip of your toe, as if you could put everything together with the stroke of a pen.
If only Sandora was there. She could counsel you.
Willow would probably just tell you to go with whatever sits right in your chest.
And right now…
“One of the keys, for sure. I am still missing a few crucial details I can’t understand. If it’s heretical, how come it has survived for so long? Rosandra is convinced my cameo rested on…” you gulp. The idea is so absurd, it sits so uncomfortably large in your head that you couldn’t fit it and only now you try to painfully squeeze it with the others. “Rested on Ansàrra’s body for a while. For a long while.”
The wind carries away the broken breaths of your friends.
“That is absurd.”
“No, it… it matches what we saw at the Temple. The Temple of Saint Bragia is very ancient, remember? And it has not been touched since right after her death, so the portrayal there must have been the one most close to the truth.”
“A truth hidden in the Glass Heath,” you follow, “on the other side of the sea, in a sanctuary not even Crows dare to trod upon.”“But why?” Soralisa scratches her head, baffled. “I had yet to see a single representation of Saint Bragia with that weapon before I noticed it on your cameo. I thought it was just a mistake…”
[cont.]
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