Anarya stroked the pup's fur sympathetically. For such a little one, he'd been through so much. Khelek stopped trembling with fear at remembering the terrible experience and was calm now. Khelek looked up at her, his blue eyes bright and true yet deep hurt seemed embedded within them. A hurt which, unfortunatly, could probably be never healed.
"Worry not my friend," She whispered quietly to the pup, "You shall have vengence for your lost innocence."
Khelek seemed to smile then, in his own little way.
"What do you think of his tale? Does it in anyway fit with yours," Anarya asked Rudhchamion, not looking up from the pup...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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