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Firian
Firian’s heart lurched when Kiria appeared. During the entire day’s march, he’d been dipping in and out of the Unreal, testing different settings. It took away the monotony and kept his skills sharp.
The current setting was an indoor pool casting patterns of light on the ceiling. Water could be difficult to reproduce correctly in the Unreal. A shadow would be wrong, or a swell too perfect, and the illusion would be shattered. Kiria did well at the beach for a beginner, but Firian had practiced for years.
Kiria appeared on the opposite side of the pool, her head instantly tipping up to see the dancing webs on the ceiling. She had her hair tied back and wore a simple linen dress that covered her from her collarbone to her ankles. He couldn’t even see the tip of her royal tattoo
