a torrid love affair.

Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart Korri listened with keen interest as the strange creature spoke. How strange to think he might just stumble upon her, a native, a witness! She might be lying or mad, but enough of her story matched Aedion's. Murdered our gods. Still difficult to believe. What a sight it must have been.... a battle to rival all battles. Korri started and sat back with a whump! in the mud as something flew toward him. He sat still, wings flared and ears akimbo, as the little rectangle hung in front of his face. It had a picture on it. Moving pictures — Were these the Rift's gods? The wolf lingered in Korri's memory, perfectly black. He felt — something. A shudder as if of anticipation rushed through him. The card returned to its owner, and Korri stood with a grunt. He shook himself off, mud clinging to his haunches, but he didn't much care about that, right now. He was intrigued. So close to the truth. She was speaking again, so Korri moved forward to peer down at her. He began to feel rude for keeping such a large distance between them. Strange though she may be, she had attempted no harm... He might fly down lower. They might converse more normally. Korri turned this over in his head until she spoke a word he recognized. Helovians. Finally, at last, it was his turn to answer back. "No," he responded simply. "But I'm looking for them." Spreading his wings, he leaned further over the edge. "My name is Korri. I'm — I have an interest in the history of this place. May I come down and speak with you further? I want to know what happened to these Helovians. If some of them are still here, why were they allowed to live? After all they did?"

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