{Times with Tallendi, times where the line of living and dying and real and pretend was no thicker than paper, beat strong in his brain. Oye, Talle, you've gone off and married a witch.}
Enjoy lore of goddesses still, ¿niña? Of rocs and dangerous travels? Even to your youngest siblings, it's been ages since I've told those tales.
I'm sure they are interesting ladies. All you Morrison clan-women tend to be-- {Almost says "so pretty and so powerful, so full of other worldliness", but he stops himself in time.}
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Adina, querida.
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[She's a tall woman, just like her mother, she reaches out to press her index finger between his eyes.]
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Silly things, querida, silly things of make-believe.
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Enjoy lore of goddesses still, ¿niña? Of rocs and dangerous travels? Even to your youngest siblings, it's been ages since I've told those tales.
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And when did history and make-believe cross paths, uncle?
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You look so much... Like your mother.
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And like my grandmothers.
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[She supplies it for him, knows what they are and takes great pride in it.]
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Que verdad.
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