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Reunion
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The golden-eyed beauty set her equally beautiful girl-child down and examined the merchant's offering, casting mindful glances at her daughter. Nearby, the merchant's assistant fumbled with the inventory and the child pulled herself up to watch, gripping a crate as she studied him solemnly.
The assistant met the wide amber gaze.
Do you hear me?
I know you...
I hope so.
Andoral?
Yes. And you are Urthemiel.
:Joy:
It's good to see you well, my sibling.
And you, but how?
A Ritual much like the one which saved you.
But not with Garahel.
No, but there was a far more extensive selection of Grey Wardens then.
Then why didn't Garahel live? Or was that propaganda?
:Amusement: When the mortal shell of an Elder Dragon collapses upon an already failing body, the odds of survival are bound to be fairly minimal.
Ah.
As it happened, though, the nature of this race did not mix well with the magics wrought to bind our Essence. The body was born damaged, assumed to be a failure and abandoned. Mortals are far less wise than they believe themselves to be.
They are too filled with life, perhaps.
That is the beauty of mortality.
Our brethren?
Razikale and Lusacan still sleep. The others, I fear, are no more.
:Grief:
:Comfort: Better than imprisoned in the Taint.
Better still to be together.
Yes.
My mother fears the tainted ones will seek me out.
As I said, mortals are not so wise. There are some advantages to this body, but there are also ways to shield your Self from any prying senses. Let me show you...
How elegant...
I've had a few centuries to refine the techniques.
Like this?
Even so. We've been gifted with a new start, the two of us. May our sleeping brethren have the same.
Are you happy?
I am. I form bonds of caring, indeed of love; I serve and craft at my will; I watch as events spin by. Are you?
I'm content. Every little thing is new and miraculous to these eyes; my mother is loving and beautiful.
:Amusement: Snob.
:Amusement: Peasant.
Your mother comes.
"Here we are." The golden-eyed woman tucked her purchases into her satchel, bent and lifted her daughter.
I don't want to lose you again...
"Suddenly so fussy? Come now, 'tis past supper, I know."
Never, sister. We will always find each other, I promise. Be happy.
The merchant's assistant beamed all over his simple face and waved farewell.
"Enchantment!"
