"Ayla, how is that cruel prince doing?" Parta's voice was barely audible to Ayla's ears.
The dimpled woman resumed her search. She shuffled through all the piles of blankets and head mats. Not answering what her best friend was asking.
"Ayla, what happened?" Parta asked while rubbing Ayla's back.
"What are you looking for?"
"I don't know, Parta. Suddenly my head hurts," Ayla replied as she rubbed her face. "There's a pretty clear image in my head. I need to find that thing as soon as possible."
Parta was increasingly unable to understand the direction of her friend's conversation. In fact, she never knew if Ayla had ever carried a strange object.
Ayla stopped her search. She stood still, her head was spinning trying to find the thread of the shadow.
"What is Ayla's t
