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She turns troubled eyes upon Cyril's face, and for a brief moment her face looks confused... but for only a brief moment.... She shakes her head, and pulls her hand from the fire, laying it upon his knee, and smiles softly before whispering...
"I must truthfully say I did not know what you were talking about, until it hit me....." She frowns again, staring into the fire..."My mind seems......seems ... clouded sometimes.....but...... yes, yes I must send a reply to the old man and let him know our whereabouts and that we know the Fay're are loose...."
She places a hand upon his face, and smiles gently, "You have to meet him, this friend of mine,...... you are alot alike in some ways...."....
Her face hardens, and she shoves her hand back into the fire, watching the flames turn to silver as they dance across her palm...
"As for this "wind", ........" Her eyes cloud again for a brief moment, then return to their normal purple/silver hue, and she looks directly at him... "I fear if we do not get to the Fay're before this wind does,.......we may not have a chance at all........but I do know that the key lies in how our fates are entwined....." She winces and holds her other hand to her stomach, closing her eyes.....
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