...perhaps. ( Tentative, slow. Like a stone's careful and indefatigable erosion by wind. He cannot disagree, yet enthusiasm withholds itself. Instead spills a wariness that only spreads when he watches the dregs of Tykhe's ragged clothes, trailing behind her, almost — yet never quite — snagging in their translucence. When he thinks of how she is a beggar, each night seeking her boon.
And so, allowing her a few steps ahead of them, for both her privacy and their own, he murmurs: ) A possibility: her sister may not be buried here. ( Worse still, wrenched from him with the aches only ever cultivated by a brother: ) Or she may not wish found.
( After all, how many days has Tykhe spent in restless, alarmingly devoted hunt? How has she seemingly cast a thrall upon fresh pairs of eyes each night, yet failed to encounter her beloved sibling? )
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...perhaps. ( Tentative, slow. Like a stone's careful and indefatigable erosion by wind. He cannot disagree, yet enthusiasm withholds itself. Instead spills a wariness that only spreads when he watches the dregs of Tykhe's ragged clothes, trailing behind her, almost — yet never quite — snagging in their translucence. When he thinks of how she is a beggar, each night seeking her boon.
And so, allowing her a few steps ahead of them, for both her privacy and their own, he murmurs: ) A possibility: her sister may not be buried here. ( Worse still, wrenched from him with the aches only ever cultivated by a brother: ) Or she may not wish found.
( After all, how many days has Tykhe spent in restless, alarmingly devoted hunt? How has she seemingly cast a thrall upon fresh pairs of eyes each night, yet failed to encounter her beloved sibling? )
Then, perhaps... better she learns. No?