Tamaryn VII


"So how can we get the princess back?" 

"We can talk to the others when they get back. For now, you need to get some rest." 

I curled up under the yar-hair blanket, considerably dimmer, but still unsure. Regardless of Tamaryn's elaborate political tale, I didn't think I'd ever fully trust a Citrinite. I pretended to be asleep until more yellow light announced the arrival of the other Children.

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