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Isaura
Crouching by Diana's bedside, she had tentatively extended her hand towards her feeble form, wondering whether the contact will deal some deadly bolt of magical energy to herself. She had then heard Addison's cantations and sensed his disappearing act.
All alone with these druids, she suddenly felt vulnerable and strangely... sorrowful. True, Diana would be healed and probably, with lots of luck of course, the dragon would be slain. Good would triumph over evil, and yet... something was not quite right. With a heavy heart, she looked around aimlessly.
When her eyes chanced upon Greentunic's woeful expression, then darted to the mixture of hope and anxiety on Dolman's grubby face, the truth struck her then.
Family. This was kinship, love and every affection that any single living thing ought to feel. She had been deprived of it... no, that was not quite true. She had trampled on the warm regard of Raymond. And while Sorsha had in her childish frustration tried to hurl the responsibilities of the world on herself, she had turned against her.
My own sister. ~ Breathing was becoming rather difficult, with the room spinning around her ~ She was wrong, perhaps, to approach me in such a poorly executed form, but I never gave her a chance either, to get to know me better. ~ Feeling rather wretched, she walked towards the window and gazed out at the luscious greenery mocking her incessantly.
At the sound of speaking voices, she hurriedly turned around. Addison was back and conversing with Greentunic once more.
Perhaps there would be time to make amends, if the rest came this way too...
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