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Firian
Firian nodded, dropping hard on his tailbone beside the chest of fabrics to steady himself. Words wouldn’t come. That nod, that agreement, meant losing some of his identity—giving up a dream of power instead of feeding it.
Creases formed at the corners of Bard’s mouth. Was that pride in his eyes?
Firian cleared his throat. “You can’t travel very far, can you? Not very fast?” The words sounded empty and obvious, but it was something safe to say.
“Probably not.” He shrugged apologetically.
“Then… maybe we’ll figure out where Kiria is—I can find her—and you can communicate with the Tanyu for her.” Kiria had mastered certain elements of the Unreal, but, as far as he knew, she had only met with him and couldn’t communicate well with anyone else there. She would need a more exper
