[Fayura draws back to give Piper her space and smothers a smile. Piper possesses a rare strength and a depth of compassion almost unseen in Terreille, and Fay is pleased to see it. Pleased to see her spell worked, bringing her heroes and people of great value.]
You're welcome.
[Piper's pain cuts at her, and she tightens her inner barriers against the onslaught of emotion. Absently, she shields them both to protect the landens and the Blood in the Bazaar—a courtesy she doesn't think the Strangers know to bother with.
At Piper's question, her head tips to the side.]
Do you mean frozen cream? Milk that's churned and chilled and given sweetening and flavor? [She gestures down the street.] There is a patisserie nearby that sells it on soft cookies. [A smile breaks across her face.] Let's buy some!
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You're welcome.
[Piper's pain cuts at her, and she tightens her inner barriers against the onslaught of emotion. Absently, she shields them both to protect the landens and the Blood in the Bazaar—a courtesy she doesn't think the Strangers know to bother with.
At Piper's question, her head tips to the side.]
Do you mean frozen cream? Milk that's churned and chilled and given sweetening and flavor? [She gestures down the street.] There is a patisserie nearby that sells it on soft cookies. [A smile breaks across her face.] Let's buy some!