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Whenever I’d stood on Tidestone’s outer bailey as a child, watching the harvest lanterns illuminate the faraway windows of Glosten, I’d imagined a town to smell like sweet bread, foreign spices, and roasted meat. This place quickly cured me of that romantic illusion. It smelled like shit, urine, and unwashed bodies. And I loved it!
That I had once shoved my anoa into a flour sack and tried to drown him in a river hadn’t exactly helped my relationship with that bird…
“We have to work plumes of shadows into our clothes, our weapons, our most important belongings for them to shift with us.”
“Some shadowmagic is white,” Sebian explained. “It’s extremely rare; I’ve never met one in my lifetime.
“I will forever treasure you,”
“Yeh ash valtem haron fer’ya. I will forever provide for you.”
“Yeh ash valtem flig ak’ya,” he said quickly, releasing his hold of me just as fast as he mumbled, “I will forever fly with you.”
“Yeh ash valtem lailla ok darrida,” Malyr whispered. “I will forever protect our young. And I would never, ever let my unborn child get anywhere near your father.”
“The longer you make me look at you, little dove, the harder it is for me to remember what you are. And I fear that, if I look too long… I just might forget who you are."
