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“... Well they didn't want to grow.” she said embarrassedly, by way of explanation. He seemed surprised. He was comparing her to his mother. That was never a good sign. Had she done something wrong? Was she... weak? Well, yes. She knew she was, but in her own magic? Probably she thought to herself, miserably, as she looked down at the fish. She hadn't seen many Ysali khehora since she'd come to Soldul, but maybe her mother's tribe mates were right, she was weak, or foolish, or otherwise useless...
And yet...
“I like to make things that were dead and listless spring to life...” she said, trying to give the stranger – Oblivion – a good answer. “I make potions, and sometimes the ingredients are dried and mostly dead... I like to make them fresh again, and to make the potions more potent then they should be. I like knowing what something does before I see it do... it...” Soudana's claws, she sounded stupid.
“... I don't know.” she said, moving the enclosed fish closer to her.
"I do have a garden, though." she said after a moment. "It's a... it's a nice garden."
