She and the others had spent half the night arguing over what their oath meant before deciding it meant exactly what they had said, with no loopholes to wriggle through. Murandy is like Altara, Mother. Mandarb danced, impatient as his rider, but Lan held him easily. He slid around Nalesean's thrust as though there was not a bone in his body, right hand shooting out to seize Nalesean's throat.
Practicality sent her here instead, not fear of the forbidden. The action seemed unconscious. It just isn't proper, Mother. If she wouldn't mind you doing some laundry? She will not mind, the woman said in a tight voice, then turned and trotted off.
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