Lys: An Elephant

"He has gone off on the matter of the edict in the knife." Aithne found herself saying. She set her harp aside and put the cover over it once more. "That is, I gather as much. He did not say with his words, but there are other ways of speaking."

Then she did not know what else to say. Last night's sudden prophetic outburst of sorts fell between her and the Guttersnipe, and she did not know what to do with it, if anything. She'd noticed, in a sort of secondary noticing, the girl's offense at being pressed aside. So now she sat, looking up at the Guttersnipe and trying not to feel awkward.

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