She was very much aware of his arm enfolding her, holding her. d down into the pool she saw fragments of broken boughs from the uncanny wind that had ravaged the grove. her silken veils, the rings on her narrow fingers . Here, Mother, let me brush the dirt from your gown.
Viviane shook her head and steadied herself against the arm of the high seat. I feared she would have become a monster because of all the hate I felt when I was bearing her, but she was the prettiest little thing, solemn, wise, like a fairy child. Let it be, Gareth. Even if I knew-and I say not that I know -I would tell you nothing.
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