Gamba awoke, and stretched, and got up despite the complaints of the children he had disturbed; it was time for breakfast. Phura stirred and sat up, and the children grumbled and resettled, huddling together for warmth.
Gamba turned, hesitating, before heading off to the breakfast line. Phura waited.
"She's different."
"Who?"
"Nitir. She gives answers."
Phura did not know what to say, and Gamba went off to breakfast.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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