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was like a breeze through the leaves.
“Oh, Traveler.” She shook her head and embraced him. “I’m so sorry.”
The Coanian gave a tired smile. “My people have a saying.”
“The Coanians?”
He nodded and gave a chuckle. “Sunshine all the time makes a desert. The things I have gone through, the memories that I carry. They have made me a better person.” His orange eyes moved towards the spear and the gems above the mantle.
“Who did you lose?”
“My son.” Vanya bowed her head. “Achil has not always known such peace.”
The Coanian gave a solemn nod as the pair continued to prepare the meal in silence.
“You’re a mage.” He turned towards Vanya.
“Yes, I am. Though I gave that life up years ago.”
“You were quite daring to use magic without a talisman.”
The Wanderer’s hand traced over the amber stone on his wrist.
“You must have been quite the fire mage.”
