[ Mirar freezes when he hears that voice. There's a strangeness to it that he can't quite place yet, but he knows it so well. Auraya, his Auraya.
No. Not his Auraya. That much had been made clear. She didn't love him. She'd told him to leave, and then she'd told Emerahl that she did not care for him. He turns to her, apprehension coloring his features, but it disappears the moment he lays eyes on her
Now he knows why she had sounded strange. She has lost so much weight; she looks dead on her feet, a shade of herself. And she is smiling at him, which itself is strange, but he doesn't have time to think about that yet because he just goes to her, eyes wide and worried as all other concerns are forgotten. ]
Auraya. What has happened to you, why do you look like this?
[ And he gathered the evidence before him, coming to entirely the wrong conclusion. ]
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No. Not his Auraya. That much had been made clear. She didn't love him. She'd told him to leave, and then she'd told Emerahl that she did not care for him. He turns to her, apprehension coloring his features, but it disappears the moment he lays eyes on her
Now he knows why she had sounded strange. She has lost so much weight; she looks dead on her feet, a shade of herself. And she is smiling at him, which itself is strange, but he doesn't have time to think about that yet because he just goes to her, eyes wide and worried as all other concerns are forgotten. ]
Auraya. What has happened to you, why do you look like this?
[ And he gathered the evidence before him, coming to entirely the wrong conclusion. ]
How long have you been in this city?