"A thousand pardons gracious Sister. May the suns shine blessings on you always for
spending your precious time on an unworthy girl like me." Brynn mumbled frantically
into the black sand, trying her best to remember the manners she had once been
taught. Mara started to sigh, then caught herself. The formal manners were off-putting,
but seeing Brynn's memories earlier let Mara know what was expected of her. It may
have been three and a half hundred years, but Mara could still match manners with
the best of them.
"The pardons are granted. Lift your face and tell me your name, Little One."
"I can't offend your ears with something so vulgar as my name Sister."
"I much desire to know it. Grant me the knowledge of yourself, as payment for
reclaiming you from the deathly grasp of this desert place. Do not let the light of the
suns shine upon an act of ungratefulness, but instead let them shine on a new bond of
goodwill between us."
Brynn looked up in shock, unable to form a immediate reply. Her mouth soundlessly
formed words she wasn't quite able to say, and Mara reached her hand down and pulled
Brynn up into the same kneeling position as herself. Mara smiled at Brynn, and said in
the friendliest way she could muster "My name is Mara. What is yours?"
"I am called Brynn, like the hill upon which I was found. If I may be granted this act
of rudeness, may I ask a question of you Sister Mara?"
"Why did you stop here and save me, when I should have been slain by the heat?"
Mara hesitated, looking at the earnest expression on Brynn's face. Her looks were
honest and unguarded, full of an innocence that tugged at a memory from long ago in
Mara's mind. The memory of a small, earnest face so much like Mara's own, large
purple eyes pleading like a puppy. The face of her dear brother was honest like this as
well. Mara's face took on a faraway expression, and she tilted her head to the side as she
looked at Brynn.