In among all the noise, the... «Spellslinger»
RamingoWS26 марта 2018In among all the noise, the one voice I didn`t hear was that of my sister Shalla, though I swear I could hear her breathing. When we were children and shared a bedroom, I could always tell when Shalla was having nightmares. Her breath would go in and out in this peculiar pattern... fast and shallow, as if she were raising up a hill. Listening to it now gave me an absurd impulse to hold her hand and comfort her the way I did when we were kids -- when neither of us had any magic and we would stay up late at night talking about how powerful we`d both be when we grew up. I liked her better in those days. She probably felt the same way about me.
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