They could be broken, if you were willing to pay the price. She swept downwards. Hands grabbed at her. “Sister, no! Did you not say?” “It is not worth the cost! Not for a mortal! You said, you said!” “Yes.” Ivolethe’s voice was distant. She flew, ignoring the cries of her sisters, summoning the last of her strength. Her body froze, colder than winter. Her voice echoed. “It is not worth it. Not for what she is. But perhaps. For what she might become. And for one reason more. Because she is my friend.” She dove and the world froze around her.
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