Anarya sat shocked for a second. She felt a deep sympathy towards the stranger for it seemed now that he was more alone than what she had first thought. Her own mother had died a few months after the death of her grandmother. Her mother had wasted away for five months till she became no more but a shadow of her former self, a ghost drifting about the halls of their home till she died. Anarya had been just 100 or so at the time but she still remembered it vividly. But to have one's whole family die? She thought it over carefully, she did know a way to find out.
"Can I trust you?" She asked, "For I might know a way...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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