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Draugr is by Alaine!
Her heart beat faster at the mention of horses, and her muzzle dipped toward the earth, ears lying flat against her skull. Did her mother know how much she liked Dyrne? She didn't worship the horse, but she did like her very much, and she was very attached already. She dared not mention it and only shook her head slowly, woody brown ears pricked upward once again as she listened.
Draugr considered and did not know what to say. Her ideas were half-formed in her head and she feared retribution on speaking them; perhaps they would not surpass her mother's standards and she would find herself soundly rejected, left to figure out the world and all its mysteries on her own. Like a leader, she said, finally, the words slow and half-whispered.
A leader is very powerful, but not a god. Not to be worshipped, she said, leaning closer to her mother and even reaching out to touch her mother's arm, huddling close as if to keep the words from slipping outside and away from them. She was afraid to speak these words, afraid of the consequences they might bring, but she thought it might be the underlying truth mama Siv spoke.
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