Taralphiel settled down to rest. Rudchamion's words still sayed with her.
'I will talk to him more tomorrow. He knows of my skill, and I need to master it if I am to keep us concealed'
She thought of the living dead woman and shuddered. Her hollow eyes and piercing voice stabbed at her brain with many pains. Among them was the knowledge her distant beloved was in pain too, and that her memories of him may be all she now posessed of him.
'Could I..' she though painfully 'find him? talk to him?' She stopped that thought and tried to sleep. But her dreams were filled with him calling her name, and praying to be with her.
[ March 17, 2003: Message edited by: Taralphiel ]
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