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@denali-christianson

DON’T YOU LOVE AND HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPPEEEENNNSSS?????????? I literally saw an older version of Niarok at the museum today and it was so weird and I had to physically stop myself from calling him Niarok. It was a problem.

LOL!! That’s hilarious!! It’s awesome when that happens!!

LOL!!!! I’m soooo excited to meet him now!

I can’t wait either, I already have some lines planned out for him! (He’s almost as sarcastic as Liorah, everyone has been warned XD)

@emily-waldorf

That was good! I’m just going to change it a little bit so I have a jumping-off point!

Sahar

“I’m Qatar,” he said, rather brusquely.

“Friends or siblings?” he asked.

I frowned in confusion, then realized he was talking about Acyn and I. I barely bit back laughter. Either he wasn’t observant or he was terrible at making conversation. Acyn and I didn’t resemble each other in even the slightest way.

“We’re friends–” I started, barely able to keep the amusement out of my voice.

He hushed me and stared off toward Niarok and now Yila. I was glad she was alright.

“Who are you?” Niarok snapped, at someone in the tunnel behind them.

“Um… my name is Leytera?” A soft, small voice said. A girl’s voice. She sounded scared.

I pushed past Qatar and kicked off my slippers before wading through the stream, skirts held high. The water was ice cold, flowing fast. The pebbles were smooth underfoot.

Niarok, the armored man, and Yila were blocking my path, but I could see between them.

It was a slight young girl, even shorter than I was and as delicate as a bird.

She looked terrified as she twirled a black curl between her fingers.

I shook out my ample yellow skirt, my bracelets jingling.

“Are… are you going to hurt me?” she asked, voice quivering.

I smiled, in sympathy. It was the only logical reaction. I frowned at Niarok and Yila, who were facing her with weapons out. What was wrong with them? She was no threat!

Niarok shook his head, still glaring at her.

“No. Not unless you give me reason to.”

Then he turned and walked away, sword still held loosely in one hand. It was a straight sword, I noticed, not like the curved shamshirs Liorah and Acyn used.

“If you hurt my brother, or any of these people, I will personally see to your death. Have a nice life,” Yila snapped at her, before whirling around and following her brother.

At least she was feeling better.

I pushed past the armored man and stopped some distance before the girl, not close enough to startle her.

“Hello honey, don’t mind them, we just had a bit of a fright,” I laughed quietly and straightened my skirt again. The stone was cold beneath my bare feet but my slippers were still on the far side of the stream. I preferred being barefoot anyway.

“So your name is Leytara? That’s such a pretty name! I’m Sahar.”

She was slowly starting to relax, just a little. I worriedly looked her up and down.

“You aren’t hurt, are you? The castle hasn’t exactly been friendly so far,” I asked, concerned.

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Mom-friend mode: Activated XD