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it to you as desired."
    San'lr'in’ placed her hands upon her sister's head, transferring the spell to her.
    Sam was surprised, “You give me a spell? One of you own spells?"
    "Of course. I have no need for this, and as it helps you, it will help Me and The Realm. It can also be used on the outside, but is much stronger there, as it can bounce off much greater distances and become much faster."
    Ann'wn had returned and sat down next to The Healer, much to The Healer's surprise. After The High Queen returned to her seat, she asked, “A Master's funeral, my Queen?"
    She nodded, “It is vowed between all the Masters of this funeral. A most solemn and respectful of affairs. A message has been sent to all the Masters, as is vowed, and they might choose to attend. I know not. We will see in two morns’ moments. The distance may be overly far for some to arrive as soon as this. But Be'rn’ was truly a great Master and well deserves this funeral."
    "How good is the daughter, my Queen?"
    "She gave An'ther'on a bad moment, did she not?"
    An'ther'on nodded, “Given a few more cycles to practice, and she will be most excellent with a sword."
    "These tunnels, my Queen?"
    "At another moment, Force Leader. And I imagine that Caitha has the best story of this long prior moment."
    Uthrn rose, extending her hand to Sam, “Come, Highest. It has been an overly long turn."
    Sam took her hand, embarrassed, but grinning, “Good eve, all."
    An'ther'on also rose, “I will take my leave, my Queen, with your permission. I wish to check on our guards."
    The High Queen nodded to her. Sle'nel’ leaned further against her Queen, “I heard you speaking with Be'rn'. You said that The Realm takes much and gives little. Is there something we might give you, my Love, for all that you give to The Realm."
    The High Queen raised Sle'nel's face to hers, “It has given Me My reward in you.” She kissed her fully, but with some restraint, given that she was in Ann'wn and her Healer's presence, and given the sadness of her own heart
    The High Queen raised Sle'nel's hand close to her, “Has your hand healed well, My Desire?"
    Sle'nel’ looked over to The Healer, “Thanks to Shr'dler'in. Her potion worked well."
    San'lr'in’ placed her hand lightly on Sle'nel's head for a moment, then removed it as she sent Sle'nel’ her thoughts, Perhaps it be best if we leave them to themselves ?
    Sle'nel’ rose, extending her hand to her Queen, “Come with me?"
    San'lr'in’ rose, making a small motion with her hand, rebuilding the fire, then left with her Elf. Ann'wn watched her as she left, always amazed at her Queen.
    "The Elf has been good for her."
    Ann'wn nodded, “You speak truth. It is so. She has long prior needed as such.” She looked at Shr'dler'in, wanting to touch her hair, “Have you ever had such a love as The High Queen and the Elf's?"
    Shr'dler'in laughed, “Me? Surely you jest, Force Leader. Even The High Queen accuses me of loving my potions more than anything else. And you?” Shr'dler'in wished that Ann'wn would touch her, or at least acknowledge that she wanted her.
    "Me? I was taught to love being a warrior. And The High Queen accuses me of listening overly to this teaching."
    They both laughed for a moment. Then the silence between them grew long as they both just watched the fire. After many, many moments, Ann'wn drew her courage to her, placing her hand on Shr'dler'in's. She was surprised at how excited she became as their hands touched. Neither moved for many long moments, then Shr'dler'in placed her fingers through Ann'wn's.
    Ann'wn sighed in contentment, her heart pounding in her chest, “Do you think two can know each other for many cycles, only to discover they have deep feelings for each other after all these moments?” She thought she could sit here with her like this for many turns.
    Shr'dler'in was having difficulty breathing steadily, overly anxious in the moment. She barely spoke aloud as she answered, “I know not,