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[tadonnen]

Those who found no power in their movements found their voice a tool. Their Awen was called Cyfaenad. There were the Cym, whose voices could speak any language. They feasted upon the song of the world, needing only water and breath to sustain them. All of Tereth spoke with them and the moment anything of import occured, they were informed.

Comments

[feste]

This is a neat story with interesting visuals. I approve!

[leyse]

thanks!