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[Lumara]

Biting down hard on the fork, she kept her gaze straight ahead, seeing nothing. Mura, I couldn't have said it. Movement and noise stopped, if only in her head, as she came to terms with her colossal mistake. When the world resumed spinning, and the sounds of the room or rather it's thundering silence crashed upon her ear. She realized it had been a long awkward moment since she last spoke. "It's a wonderful place." She swallowed, nearly choking on the suddenly dry and bitter food. "But it's something we'll have to talk about another time." She looked at Nazim and Sewati both. Both kindly men, but men all the same. Neither could be trusted with the truth, not yet at least. "I've heard many rumors that the people of the desert are gifted story tellers. Is this true?" At the first sign of Sewati's focus shifting away, the veil would go back on. And not come off for the rest of the night. I'm such a fool.