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oom for choice."
Annah made no response - Ravel's mere presence seemed to have silenced
her. Her tail had stopped flicking, however, and her eyes had lost their hard
edge.
"Annah...?" No, no I had to focus, "Enough with this, Ravel. What other
questions did you have?"
"Shhhhhh... there will be time enough for you to speak, my precious man."
Ravel tapped a talon against one of her yellowed tusks. "This question next:
What do you feel for these that have come with you? Do they MATTER in
your heart?" She smiled, black veins dancing in her eyes. "Or are they TOOLS
for your will?"
"Why do you want to know such a thing?"
"Tchhhh... thick and stubborn as a githzerai! That is yet ANOTHER question,
but the answer shall cost you nothing - my answer is because I WISH to
know, no other reason. Now, surrender your answer from your skeptical
heart."
"They matter to me."
"Even the gith?" Ravel's ember gaze fell on Dak'kon, then slid off to lock with
my eyes again. "Speak what he means to you, and say it true, or blanketing
my garden he will be."
"He is my ally. I know him. He is my friend," I replied, as firmly as possible. I
was not going to let Ravel hurt anyone, least of all my friends.
"Ah..." Ravel nodded... then she smiled again, her talons tapping against
each other.
"Does that surprise you?"
"What of the skull?" Ravel didn't even bother to look at Morte. "Surely he
matters not to one such as you! Or... does he?"
"I like him... he is my friend."
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