[One small, bitter little detail of her own slips out despite her usual tight-lipped nature. But after that comes the silence, the tightening of her knuckles on the railing even further, growing pale as the obvious muscles of an archer bulge along her arm... well, the one holding the railing. The left one isn't moving much, it's fractured at the shoulder and she's desperately trying to hide it. Though she can't hide the sword wounds on her flank, unbandaged, or the limp when she moves.
What did she say to that? Someone wants to see her star?]
No one here will ever see it.
[She wanted to believe that she would be able to get back there... but how could she, when that Tehri woman had been here a hundred years and found no solution or way home? How could she... if the Regent was right, and it had already been destroyed.]
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[One small, bitter little detail of her own slips out despite her usual tight-lipped nature. But after that comes the silence, the tightening of her knuckles on the railing even further, growing pale as the obvious muscles of an archer bulge along her arm... well, the one holding the railing. The left one isn't moving much, it's fractured at the shoulder and she's desperately trying to hide it. Though she can't hide the sword wounds on her flank, unbandaged, or the limp when she moves.
What did she say to that? Someone wants to see her star?]
No one here will ever see it.
[She wanted to believe that she would be able to get back there... but how could she, when that Tehri woman had been here a hundred years and found no solution or way home? How could she... if the Regent was right, and it had already been destroyed.]
Not even I.