Lacking Strength
Shacktuliam felt limp, her legs started to shake and her sister was back, noticing something wrong she asked: _You are well missien? Need something? _Nothing, Vergária, just a sudden illness, but I'm getting better. _Do you want me to bring you some pure water or with some mixture? _Just a little of the crystalline water is already good, thank you Vergária. The old woman with a frown on her face left, not understanding what was going on, since courtesy in that place was something rare and never used with her, not even when Vergária exceeded the quota for the service imposed on her. Now with Vergaria absent, always trembling, Shacktuliam asked gently: _I would like to know more about your mother, little kriishen. _She is pure, she is sweet... She is beautiful. _And what's her name?
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