Medair laughed, then shook, as she touched the palms of her hands together. She supposed she
was
a coward, but she would certainly not be summoning any ghosts to prevent this escape. Nor would she linger long enough for Cor-Ibis to have any attention to spare, because she doubted she could face or fool him. He would make this decision too hard.
Or not. It would hurt to see him, to have to work against him, but there really was no choice. She had given up the Horn, and now had no further role to play, only a future of pain and hatred and people looking at her in a way she could not bear. She would not live that.
She was done here.
--ooOoo--
Concluded in Medair: Part 2
"Voice of the Lost"
--ooOoo--
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