Finding Destiny by Jean Johnson

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Wrinkling her nose, she sighed and headed back to the temple. Not that she had far to walk; Falkon’s compound was just two houses and courtyards away from the court hall side of the temple. Her dyarina came hurrying up as she reached the front entrance. ” Jimeyon told her, his eyes wide. “I can feel them this time, I swear it! ” She grinned. He reminded her of herself at that age, all excited about the tingly damp feeling in her blood and her bones. “Good! Yes, they do. Now, up to the roof. You get to try spin-trancing for the first few minutes.

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And I have no need for them, for I do not care to be a warrior at this point in my life,” Eduor stated calmly. “If those men who have just left did so without first helping the rest of you with the planting and the plowing, then you may have need of someone to labor for you. ” Her hands shifted to her hips. Before she could speak, the boy returned with a water skin, a shallow dish, and a small bowl. Eduor noticed the youth wore a blue sash around his yellow-and-green-clad waist, indicating he was a dyara in training.

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