35: Scrying Pool
“All right. I would say all of you have earned a break for some sustenance,” Magister Diarmaid decrees, bringing the training of Rhys and Saoirse to a clattering halt. “A few of the Queen’s pages have brought you a meal. Please help yourselves and take the chance for some repose. When you have all finished, our training shall resume.” “Eat slowly,” Kyrie admonishes Saoirse. “You need more rest than he’s likely to give you. Take every moment you possibly can.” “I will. Thank you,” Saoirse replies briefly. Though she has every intention of heeding Kyrie’s advice, she cannot keep herself from rushing to gather some food for herself and flying as far from the training area of the courtyard as she can. All she wants is to get away from everyone and everything. So much has happened so quickly,
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