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reflections for the lost

9. Wagons and Roma

I shall try to pierce this fog behind my eyes. There were events, happenings that lead me to be taking guard here, under the Otherworld mound. Sanantha says many things about the Roma who... who, did something, of what I am not quite clear. Everyone seems to have a different view, as I assume they should, not having trained their senses to record their surroundings. So I shall try to take these puzzle bits and lay them before myself. If only I could make heads and tails of Rihana's explanations. One day I must tell her that we have obviously had very distinct schoolings in the world. No matter, onto the body; The small town we had camped outside of was visited by a strange group of Roma, comprised of several quite remarkable individuals. I remember that one of them, a reserved and beautiful girl, perhaps a little younger in human years then I am, was perched atop one of the wagons, by the driver's seat. She was shivering from the cold, and with my blanket I joined her. I am still not sure why I did so, and I know we spoke of many things, but I cannot recall exactly what. I recall she told me a story of the astara flowers, whose star-shaped yellow blossoms would somehow shine in the morning dew like starchasers who would streak across the night sky chasing the bright lights above. Her cold blue eyes held me as my fellow Defenders discussed traveling and myths with her companions. I recall eating a hot and sweetly tasting soup that after I swallowed it, made my mouth feel tingly and tart. If I recall strongly enough, I can almost feel my tongue tingle a bit as it did during that meal. They spoke words to us, which became louder, or I thought they did, but I realized just before the transition that they were not speaking louder, it was the rest of the world of noise that was fading from around me. I remember a warning, spoken closely, like a whisper in a dream; "do not heed the lies of your ears and eyes, step firmly forward when you trust them beyond doubt." And then the world turned upside down, this time, I was not bleeding to my death.

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