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She faintly hears Cyril's ~no........Seh'rul's.......~ voice, and starts to speak, or try to when he closes her mouth and tells her not to, not even to breathe......she holds her breath, eyes tightly shut, barely feeling his touch...................
~~images and thoughts flash thru her mind, burned there forever........(would his daughter accept her? She would NEVER try to replace the child's mother.......NEVER......only be there somehow for her...but how?)........(and what happened to his wife?)..........(it said my gods cannot save him or me..........)........................(Cyril,...... ..remember, remember...........remember what? OH YES, the winds, the flask.....the breath of his life?.....WAIT.....WAIT.....the FLASK!!)~~
Her eyes fly open and she tries to tell Cyril with her eyes, eyes that are completely white, blind...........
blind with power now emerging from within, wanting to fight this.....this FORCE that invaded her, that DARED invade her..........
Her mind sears with the image of the flask in the vision given to her.........She protects this image fiercely, realizing that the ~wind?~ has made a grave error in showing her this vision...........hope... OH YES this has given her more hope than any despair this thing could have done to her...if only she can tell Cyril...
But don't breathe, don't speak?....~tears flow from her eyes and as the tears roll slowly down her cheeks, so her eyes change to violent purple.....staring at Cyril~..................
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