Tamora
Tamora had watched with horror as Anne fell and now knelt by the young woman’s side. “I’m sorry Anne,” she said. “that my indecision lead you to take the lead on this climb and you’ve been injured again.” She smiled faintly and, in an awkward attempt at humour, continued. “It seems the spirit’s of this place do not wish us to get to the top of any mountains.”
She looked at Bas, apologetic. “Learned One, thank you again and forgive me for not following your wisdom and taking the other trail. It seemed like a simple enough climb from here . . .” She trailed off and looked to Spot. “Are you sure this is a regular route? I would not expect the climb to be so loose if so.”
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