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Mellonin felt the heavy silence, and at first no one spoke. Even the snow seemed to be listening as it slowly, ever so slowly fell, lingering on Gwyllion's hair and face.
Mellondu watched her, and she avoided his gaze. What should she say? She had thought the girl mad, at first; then silly; but Gwyllion had been brave and cheerful, and Mellonin had grown fond of her; quite fond.
She glanced over at Aeron, suprised that he had decided to search for Raefindan, but glad of it.
She dreaded to speak, remembering her angry words with Aeron in the past. She further dreaded admitting to Mellondu that she and Aeron had come to blows. Would no one break the silence?
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