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The evening sun was tossing its last rays over the horizon and past the trees, barely making the trip through the monastery’s open windows to dimly illuminate the shelves along the walls in the library. Crickets and tree frogs sang a quiet chorale of chirps and whistles that faded into Thissraelle’s empty mind. She slumped low in the large, cushioned chair, with her legs crossed up in front of her. She had so much to think about, so many questions that she’d been asking herself all day. Now, she was tired of it all.
She mindlessly twirled her hair around her finger, then unwound it. Twirling, then unwinding. Granthurg will be up here soon, right? I need to sort through all of this. He’ll help me clear it all up in my head. She smirked and laughed to herself. Hopefully, Eddiwarth won’t try to bring me dinner again!
She let go of her hair and waved a pointed finger in the air. A small point of light formed above it, and slowly rose, shining around her and brightening the room a bit. Absently, she swung it back and forth with her finger, making the shadows in the room sway. He called me a Wizard of Light. Nobody’s named me a wizard, before. At least, I can’t remember it. The only other times I’ve been called a wizard is by people who are afraid of me.
She dropped her hand to her knee, and let the light fade out. For now, she preferred the dark.
The door clicked open and a ray of lantern light swung into the library as Granthurg stepped in. He paused for a moment when he saw her sitting there, waiting for him, then said, “I was hoping I’d find you here. Everyone missed you at dinner.”
She smiled. “Yes. I’ve been hiding today.”
Granthurg stepped in and carried his lantern to the table near her. He shifted some of the books on the table and set the lantern down. Thissraelle sat up in the chair as he approached, then asked, “Is everyone mad at me?”
He turned a raised eyebrow to her. “Mad? Why would we be mad at you?” He sat down in the chair next to hers, making it creak under his weight.
She shifted in her chair to face him. “For chasing Karendle away.”
“Did you?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed, and dropped her head to her hands. “She sure thought so. I was only trying to help her learn!”
Granthurg just shrugged, not knowing what to say.
“But now, only a day later,” she continued, “I miss her. I’m worried about her.”
The giant nodded his head in agreement.
“I mean, we fought a lot, and she frustrated me, but she’s one of us! She’s part of our team! I don’t trust those men she’s going to meet! She told me all about them! She’s going to get hurt! I know it! Should we let that happen!?”
“So, are you saying we should go find her, help her?” Was there a hint of something in his voice?
“Granthurg,” she whispered, “What are you saying?”
“Well,” he said, looking away, uncertain how to proceed. “Well--ah--honestly, I, myself, wouldn’t mind if we--uh, that is-- we went back to the city.”
Her face drew back in the dim. “Granthurg!”
“I would like to find out what happened to Rinkmorr!” Granthurg breathed the words out quickly.
“Go back!? Granthurg! I can’t go back to Twynne Rivers!” She was almost shouting. “The Wizard’s Guild has eyes all over! I would be locked up in that old tower in a heartbeat! And whatever happened to our plans? You were going to ferry me upriver! I still want to get to Emberfire!”
“I know, I know,” he muttered, “I just... I keep wondering...”
She slumped back in her chair and the two sat in sullen silence. She absently played with the hem of her shirt. He wiped his forehead.
“Do the others,” she said, with a shaking voice, “want to go, too?”
Granthurg shrugged. “I don’t know. Nobody has talked about it.”
She let out a long sigh. “Some team. Some leader.” She shook her head and mumbled, “The strongest leader is better the servant.”
“Hmmm?”
She looked back down and ran her hand through her hair. “Nothing. I heard it in some fool stupid dream.”
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