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There was something underlying there – tense, acerbic, rancorous, but in his inexperience, in his ignorance, he couldn’t quite follow the lines, the sketches, the thinly drawn veils and shrouds. His head tilted, eyes briefly narrowed, nothing too expansive, nothing too scrutinizing, just red eyes trying to absorb the frailties, the mishaps, the unspoken scripts. Hidden and tucked away were barbs and thorns, and he wanted to see them, to understand, to comprehend - before he could do much of anything but wonder and speculate (dream, fragment, ponder over how many secrets were kept amidst these eerie, eldritch corridors), Iskra was dragging him away from the roots of discoveries, from the keen, overwhelming essence of other notions, other spells taking root, taking shape. However, with his head tucked around his uncle’s wings and shoulder, the little mountain child still managed to speak to Otem, a newfound sister, with his vibrant touches of earthen wares, unsubtle excitement and jubilance (not quite lost from despair; tucked into safety and deliverance, the cruel unknown, the harsh realities, by Iskra and others). “I’m okay! Are you?” He asked her despite being pushed further and further into the reaches of elsewhere, enthusiastic smile wrapped along his childish lips, not abandoning the thought of connecting to more and more kin. On her query about the Rift doing anything weird to him, he was uncertain again (was this place the Rift?) – his brow furrowed slightly, nose wrinkled, and a reply was uttered in uncharacteristic apprehension. “I don’t think so?” He shrugged, weaving it away to the back of his mind for further exploration, like so many things in this world, then called out to her as the blue and gold boy finally managed to push him into the quiet reach of shadows, nothing more to see, nothing more to know, nothing more to learn. “I’ll see you again soon!”  Mauna CROWNS HAVE THEIR COMPASS-LENGTH OF DAYS THEIR DATE- TRIUMPHS THEIR TOMB-FELICITY, HER FATE- OF NOUGHT BUT EARTH CAN EARTH MAKE US PARTAKER, BUT KNOWLEDGE MAKES A KING MOST LIKE HIS MAKER.

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