"I think you may be right." You say, speaking quietly. "I can't be certain, but I think you may be right." Your mind wanders back to the lake, the temple, and the strange lizard Goddess who--while somewhat intimidating--seemed to take a liking to me.
"I don't know who might be coming for us, though.” You breath in. “Have I told you anything about who they might be? What have I said?"
“You said they were strange, shadowy forms.” Roisin struggles with her description. “They're the color of rocks, and rough and rugged as if broken from stone. You weren't sure what they wanted, but thought it had something to do with who we are—what we are.”
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None of this sounds familiar to me, but I can see Roisin has told me all she knows. She doesn't have all the answers, but has done her best to help me--and although I'm still feeling confused, I smile gratefully at her.
ReplyDelete"Thank you. I don't know what it all means yet, but for the first time since I woke in the vardo, I'm starting to put the pieces together." I pause, glancing down at our locked fingers, before looking thoughtfully at her face. I can't quite read her expression.
"I guess I only have one more question for now. What are we? ...To each other, I mean."