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Lirael was sitting in her room staring out he window. Ever since Dog left nothing had been the same, every thing was gray in comparison to the joy of her former companion. Another tear slid down her face and dangled at the end of her nose, which she wiped away with one golden finger. She watched as a laughing Sam sparred with Touchstone, for a moment Sam looked up and saw her and smiled but, she turned and retreated into deeper her chambers at which point, touchstone, taking advantage of Sam's distraction tapped him. They laughed and walked inside. A fresh wave of tears slid down Liraels face.
"Well lover boy, you can't let her distract you" touchstone teased.
"Dad I'm worried about her, something's different about her, ever since the binding, something's not right. I wish I knew but she won't let me get close enough to find out."
"Well you could ask your mother, I mean she always seems to have an answer to everything besides, they're closest"
"O.k." Sam answered absently.
Walking up ahead Sam quietly cursed his mother for her closeness to lirael.
Hours later Lirael woke up, or at least she thought so, after all things were so hazed now that she was never really sure. She thought of Sam, his smile, every thing about him, so beautiful and perfect. But then she remembered that as beautiful as he was, he was off limits, her nephew. Besides, she though, he probably thinks I'm some ugly old creep. With that she reached under her pillow and pulled out her library issue dagger and held it across the pale flesh of her arm. The cut was deep and smooth, so clean that she had removed the blade before she started to bleed. Sighing, she put the dagger under her pillow, got up, put on her shoes, straitened the clothes and hair and, grinning went down to dinner.
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