Aunt SaRa reined in beside SoYa’s mount, a concerned look on her face. Her cream-colored rhawn sidestepped tensely as the woman began to speak, “SoYa, we need to rest. If I don’t tend the child’s wounds soon, she’ll only grow weaker.” The young Apprentice turned to look at the wilted form of the girl slumping [...]
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