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Last post from me, and so late. Will archive in a few days unless someone posts their last posts.

Dawali shook his head at Ralla's suggestion - it was ludicrous. He could never leave. His bond to this place was deeper than that. Of all his children, this tribe was his dearest, even though he did not like to admit it. He could only stay and serve Maska, but the unfairness in the situation and the Dreamers' need to see that AniWaya could still have some members left that might be of a different caliber brought him here. Here, and not further. He said nothing to her, but looked at Anu as she seemed to waver in front of him. So weak, but determined - she would make it, or he was doomed. Was he not doomed already?

Ralla pleaded for understanding and Dawali stopped listening. It was painful to him, to understand the errors in his tribe. The flaws that were his making. He had been too weak, too lenient and too irresponsible. How could he not have trained more warriors? How could he have claimed that seat? Nonetheless, there were truths in Ralla's words that he did not like, even though he saw them. Silently, after Anu had stated that she would go alone, he pressed a package onto the horse's back, in front of her. "Eat this, and drink the potion. It will make you stronger, temporarily - and then you will sleep." It was all he could do to create a package of a little meat, two fishes and a leather flask with potion. If she was clever, she would know by now that he knew his trade. It would focus her energy before draining her completely - but she needed it now. He stepped back to watch her go, wondering which pieces of his broken tribe she was bringing back to Savina and Cambria, and all the Dreamers he had met once.


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