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sharp, like blown glass. Her eyes -- a brilliant gold in color -- caught the light,
sparkling as she looked about.
"Greetings."
She regarded me carefully for a moment before replying. She spoke slowly
and carefully, avoiding direct eye contact with me: "I, Aelwyn, return your
greetings."
"Aelwyn? Your friend, Nemelle, is looking for you."
She began to smile, but then covered her mouth with her hand and looked
down at her drink. "I, Aelwyn, am most pleased to hear of Nemelle. Might I,
Aelwyn, persuade you to tell her of this place?"
"Of course."
She looked at me directly and -- for just the briefest of moments, before she
cast her eyes back down to her drink -- my senses were awash with a warm,
comfortable feeling: pure happiness. "I, Aelwyn, thank you."
"It's my pleasure. May I ask you about her, though?"
Aelwyn nodded slowly.
"The way she speaks, and what her words do... how?"
"I, Aelwyn, can only say that we come from another place, another world.
We are not like the people here, whose words, thoughts -- very feelings,
even -- affect nothing directly. I, Aelwyn, take great care so as to not affect
those around me too greatly. Nemelle, she is new here, and cannot do so. It
is something she must learn, should she choose to remain here much
longer."
"But why?"
Her eyes stared into mine, suddenly sure and hawk-like. "There are many
reasons. I, Aelwyn, feel it is not right to impose reality upon those without
the ability to impose their own reality upon me, Aelwyn." With that she
looked away, once again avoiding my gaze.
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