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Firian
“You all right, mate?” Bard’s voice sprang to Firian’s mind as he sprinted back along the beach, trying to erase the memory of his incompetence in the water.
Hopefully no one saw him flailing in the water and then gasping for breath on the beach. He had spent a full minute lying on his back before he had enough air in his lungs to run after the man who’d escaped. He would fix the problem. That was all. He would learn to swim, learn to hold his breath, to fight in water. He would fix the problem, as he had fixed all his other weaknesses. It just rankled that he kept finding more.
“Yeah. Get back to the captain,” he replied, still running but also dipping into the Unreal.
Bard’s spiky black hair looked almost hazy. Could that happen with too much concentration? The katah was c
