![]() ![]() The elder ran her hand over Maquia’s cheek, her face and voice soft, “I will tell you a secret, Maquia, my sweet girl,” she said. On one such night, Racine met her in the fields where the beautiful purple flowers slept, their petals curled in on themselves for perhaps an eternal slumber. Maquia knew this best of all, during long nights when there was nothing for her to do but weave or climb out the window of her small room and watch the stars pass overhead. ![]() The village of the Iorph was peaceful, if not a little lonely.
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