Just before the entry—the last one—ended, Konara Yasttur appeared, yanked by her hair. Both of you. Smoke curled up, and the fire snapped and sparked with ananticipatory energy. You are the Dar Sala-at.
A thousand pardons, kapudaan, Othnam said, I have promised to myself convey her to the kashiggen Mrashruth. Using the segments of its body, she climbedupward. She put a hand to her head. The two Khagggun watched her closely.
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