![]() ![]() ![]() "Would the stranger leave her, now, satisfied with what she had told him?"Īelwyn was easy to find. I felt a puff of breath that tickled my ear, and I realized that I knew the word, now: 'Nildenosaj.' She blinked at me. She returned the decanter, whispering into his ear as she did so." Had she seen its like before, she thought? Perhaps. "Nemelle took it from the stranger, turning it in her hands. The woman made no move to touch or examine the decanter, but again, only spoke. "I was told you know the command word for this decanter." Glyve had told me before I laid him to rest, with a trickle of clear, pure water. "She would be so pleased to hear news of her friend! She told the kind stranger what Aelwyn looked like, so that he would know her should he come across her." Though she said nothing else, an image formed in my mind - a woman who resembled Nemelle, but with golden eyes and hair of fiery crimson. Nemelle clasped her hands together and bowed her head to me. ![]() "How long must she search this vast, foreign city before she finds her dearest friend?" Her companion, Aelwyn, was supposed to have met her here days ago." The woman sighed miserably the air around her grew chill with her sadness. "Are you looking for someone?" I asked Nemelle. With that Morte stopped abruptly, turning away while muttering unintelligibly. "Get a hair's breadth closer, skull, an I'll see to it that not one o' yer chatterin' teeth lies within a hundred paces of another!" "My, what a hot-blooded little chit! Starved for attention? I could drool over you, too, if you're just jealous." Morte started floating towards Annah, making wet slavering noises. "Nemelle turned to face the scarred, dour stranger. Each word lingered in my ears, as if they were unwilling to relinquish the exquisite sound. Her speech was as music a faint, musical tinkling, like a hundred tiny crystal bells, sounded as she spoke. The woman turned to face me, violet eyes flashing like flawless chips of amethyst. Her facial features were elegantly exotic and the woman's ears, though partially covered by her long hair, came to sharp points, like the wingtips of a bird. It was clear she was out of her element: as she sipped wine from a small ceramic cup, her eyes looked about and she arched her neck high as if trying to look for someone. She was a tall, slender woman, willowy and delicate. Part 88: The Whisper-Mad Tome of The Nameless One: Part 20 The Whisper-Mad Tome of The Nameless One: Part 20 ![]()
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