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Kiria
“No, no, I’ve got it.” Kiria untangled her hair with her spread fingers. Smoothing it as she divided it into sections, she waved Candrae away. She didn’t want any help. Maybe her thin hair could be braided into the same impressive design she had seen on someone else earlier that day. It was just the kind of mindless work she needed to go back over the clues to the Academy’s whereabouts.
Even without dipping back into Firian’s mind, she had many pieces of information she could use. The last part of their journey had been a circuitous path to the Academy. She pictured the maps she’d studied that morning. Two mountain ranges surrounded Brithnem, which was situated on the southwestern coast. Charäkhnem filled the pass between them. Charúnin Thôr, the range where she and Firian had
