“Maybe. Maybe I could just run away. But—what then? Would I have a chance? Or would I be killing myself either way?” “Do you truly wish to know?” The Frost Faerie’s gaze was ancient. Ryoka nodded. Ivolethe closed her eyes, and then nodded. She flew up and Ryoka sat up in the snow. She watched as Ivolethe looked. She looked backwards, then forwards, and then through Ryoka. Ivolethe’s gaze traced objects that were not there. Her eyes were distant, aloof, immortal. Ryoka averted her gaze. Of all the things she had seen her friend do, this unnerved her the most. In that moment, she felt the
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