“Just explode on me! “Kora Falk has such potential to create inspiration. It smothered my consciousness in bliss. To save… That I had something better with him. It should be so delicate that a single touch could shatter the walls, and yet I felt not even an ogre with a smith’s hammer could batter through them. Gods do not exert such direct influence often. She needs to be healed. I raced down the road dark as fast as a horse. I reached the radiant as she moved over to Ealaín. He gave her the cursed necklace she wears around her neck. She let out an almost cat-like, throaty purr. “Surly she’ll save Ealaín,” the priestess said. “Kora Falk is dying! I didn’t recognize my surroundings. There was nothing wrong at all. I fell backward as weakness drew me down, Nathalie’s crying growing softer and softer.
