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asure and fear at the memory.
Sometimes, the nightmares came back.
"Well," Viselle said, "That is truly the kind of friend Cyl should
know well, and take care of. You are so young. Myr's age?"
"Yes, Miss."
Viselle roared with laughter. The sound echoed throughout the city
streets and passed over me like a spell of stunning. I'm afraid I pulled
away slightly in fear. Yui's monstrous hand reached out to touch my
shoulder, and I shied away further. "I will not hurt you, Beth. I want to
know you as Cyl and Myr know you." I eased; Yui's voice and manner were no
longer threatening; with one simple sentence all my terror drained from me.
Yui's hand gripped my shoulder gently, and I sensed the great strength held
within it, many times that in my own hand. It covered me from my collar
down to elbow. Try that, Aimee'. Place your hand on your shoulder and see
how much it covers. Imagine that kind of touch over your entire body. I
think few people try this experiment and would be surprised if they knew
just how big their hands truly are. Perhaps artists, especially those w
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