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Galein took Jena by the heart when he led her into the moment when dialogue disappears into a pleasant hushed stillness.
“We cannot begin to imagine the lives we touch or the ways we leave our mark upon this world.” So true were the words of the wise and gentle elf Ancallin: Jena’s teacher and guider. How true these words echoed in her mind at that one moment: that one gaze she shared with Galein. If only for an instant, her reason for being here was crystal clear, and for the very first time since her arrival she felt she had a purpose. She was not just a confused, helpless girl anymore: no, she was a strong, influential female figure who was capable of love, and who desired to be accepted and cherished for who she is. Her doubts were beginning to clear. As she gazed at Galein, however, a single thought struck her as odd. How could she be sharing this special bond, which only elves share amongst each other, when she herself was not an elf? The thought crossed her mind, but she just as quickly brushed it aside as simply the desire, the longing she had to be soulfully intimate with the elf she had grown to love. The allure and charm in Galein’s eyes made Jena breathless, yet she had no desire at that instant to breathe. It was a minute sweet surrender of her to him: helpless in his gaze yet entirely comfortable and peaceful was she.
The intense emotion of the moment caused Galein to yawn, or at least Jena assumed that this was the reason, and before she could respond to his previous statement and question, he was no longer in the world of the awake. She leaned forward briefly and gently caressed his cheek. Jena smiled, for it was about time Galein got some decent rest, and for several moments she just watched him.
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