[If her soul is compatible. The phrasing makes her eyes narrow, her lips thin, as her fingers curl over the now deadened bead reflecting nothing but a distortion of her own reflection. If her soul is compatible with something that felt so warm...
In Horos- No, before she was born into Horos, she had made a choice. But she hadn't been able to walk towards that warm light on her own. And the man who had guided her there... He was dead. So how-]
How do you know?
[Her voice is low, already suspicious. That woman Yima wanted service, so did the Meridian want the same?]
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In Horos- No, before she was born into Horos, she had made a choice. But she hadn't been able to walk towards that warm light on her own. And the man who had guided her there... He was dead. So how-]
How do you know?
[Her voice is low, already suspicious. That woman Yima wanted service, so did the Meridian want the same?]
If you're compatible...