Gazing III: Glimpse

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“Begone, skyrat,” the forest-dweller said.  “You are not welcome here.”
Arall was behind us, already walking out of the room, her toes releasing a door handle.  She was muttering, “I keep telling her that, and she’s still here.”  When released, that stone door paused, about to shut us inside, like a trap soon to snap closed.
At least I wouldn’t be trapped here alone; besides that forest-dweller⁠ ⁠—⁠ “her unholiness”⁠ ⁠—⁠ who right now was raining her ire down on me, there was Mawla, slinking around, half unseen.
We’d come to a resident’s room.  And now, not six breaths inside, the plain-dweller wiver was⁠ ⁠—⁠ quietly, stealthily⁠ ⁠—⁠ plopping herself down on the bed.  It was the bed of the forest-dweller.  The bed of the forest-dweller who was still wearing that necklace of bones⁠ ⁠—⁠ the forest-dweller who had no less than seven knives strapped to her side, and had no less menace than poison with scales.  It was the bed of the lady who was known as her unholiness.

Rousing V: Suspect

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“The bodies need to be guarded,” the pink-scaled guard was saying to Adwyn, “don’t they?  You’re plenty big and strong sure, but I can watch your back.”
Didn’t they hear me? “Who are you?” I asked again, a bit higher. I stood somewhere behind Adwyn, beside Digrif, but I knew they could hear me.
The short, mouse-like dragon at last glanced over, frowned, and tossed me a, “Ceian,” before turning back to the schizon-clad adviser.
Hinte stood beside the orange drake. “Do we need a little fledgling slowing us down?”
The guard glanced at her, and his frills popped open and there may have been a gasp or mutter.  “You’re the alchemist’s spawn!” they said, and stepped back.

Sifting II: Shatter

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I was alone.
As I limped over the molten glass lake, only one set of footsteps cracked the crumbling skin.  My heart floundered in my breast, still wracked even with the argument behind me.  Salty, sour venom dewed on my fangs, my anger leaking out.  My tail uncoiled from my leg, and I drew a shuddering breath, and bit back a cough.
Every motion and habit stood salient in my awareness, with no one else and nothing else to distract me.  The vog renewed its constrictions, so much darker now without the figure in bright-white leading me.  I took another breath.
I needed to dig up five more stones, prove to Hinte I could help her, and convince her to tell me the secret behind all this.