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Deanna Scott

Jennafae feels their gazes lock again. Her fingers close briefly over the crystal, then open again. 'Something touches the back of my mind. Some power calls me, and instead of groping blindly, I just reach...' She stops, unsure what she is saying. Opalle makes a muted hmm. 'So you reach and what can you touch?' Her look continues to fasten itself onto the drowess, the unnatural whiteness of her attire a stark contrast to the dim interior of the shop, and the drowess. Jennafae doesn't reply for a moment. The words tangle, because although she has passionately pursued whatever it is from the first moment she walked into this shop, it has no name for her yet. Finally, she comes out reluctantly with, '... myself.'

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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