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Taytra
Taytra paces back and forth across the floor. She counts as she walks. Six steps one way, six steps the other way. She pauses at the end of her current patrol to stop and stare at the man across the hall. “What was the point of this, we were fine as we were,” she gestures to the empty cell around her. In the night when they were peacefully sleeping, well as peacefully as one can sleep on a pile of hay, guards came to take away her father and Moraine. There had been no warning, no reason to suspect that something was to happen.
“Where are they?” Taytra snaps. The guard continues to look off into space, completely ignoring her. His helmet covers his face so she can’t see any expression from him. “Listen to me! Where are they?” She grabs the bars getting as close as she can. “Ans
