(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Is there anything you cannot do by simply speaking of it?"
Aelwyn frowned; a strange, unpleasant feeling rose in the pit of my
stomach. "Please... I, Aelwyn, would speak of it no more."
"Just one other question...."
She looked at me directly, my face reflected in the glittering golden discs of
her eyes. "He would speak of it no more to Aelwyn, and thus would no
longer force her to speak in such a way to him." I found myself unable to
voice another question... the words caught in my throat like the spur of a
fishbone as I tried to ask.
"Fine, then. Farewell."
Hypocrite.
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Nemelle smiled as she greeted me, her beauty no less breathtaking than the
first time I saw her. "Nemelle held her breath as the stranger approached
her. 'Had he found Aelwyn?' she wondered."
I nodded, "I found Aelwyn. She was looking for you, too."
Nemelle's lips formed a perfect smile; an infectious happiness radiated from
her, clinging to me like sweet-smelling warmth. "Nemelle was overjoyed to
hear of her friend. Was Aelwyn close by?"
"She's at another cafe east of here, across this part of the Ward," I gestured,
"I'd be happy to escort you, if you wish. Aelwyn said you were new to the
city."
"Oh I'm sure she's new to lots of things..." Morte licked his teeth.
"Nemelle thanked the man for his wondrous news. Soon, she would go to
visit her oldest friend, Aelwyn. Now, though, she would reward the
stranger..."
"No, that's all right... I need no reward."
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