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A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia)
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She knew he would eventually seek her out. Someone who drank of the draft of attention couldn’t withstand the fact that their authority was undermined. Kemala had been honest when she said the tale was exciting. Her culture and religion were infused with nothing but what an outside would call the fantastical.

There was an irreverence in the way he treated the scale. Either he knew the material to be indestructible, or he derived a sick sense of pleasure in defacing the corpse of the conquered. He may as well wear a necklace of bones and swipe war paint across his cheeks.

Therefore, when he queried her comprehension, she was not offended. Instead, she thought a moment as though dissecting the entire retelling, string by string, in order to reweave it in an image she found acceptable.

“That the creature as magnificent as the beast you describe may be slain by one as ordinary as you.” She waved him up and down. Perhaps there was jest in her tone, but if so, it was difficult to tease from anything else.
 
∞ Kemala ∞ Oyá ∞ Dewi Ratih ∞ Kekura ∞




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RE: A Quiet Crossroads (Lake Baikal, Siberia) - by Kemala - 08-21-2020, 11:20 PM

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