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DAYA WENT ON to describe the route and how the parade would progress. First the drummers, then the flower bearers, then the couple and the family, then the dancing party, and musicians.
While he spoke, Izramith struggled to concentrate. She’d had little sleep last night and while that alone shouldn’t disturb her, being sick didn’t help matters at all. The strength of Loxa’s smell had faded, but a whiff of it clung to her like a foul odour that remained in a room no matter how often it was cleaned.
The Indrahui man Wairin had said very little during this meeting. He kept looking at her, too, and because she couldn’t look at Loxa, she kept meeting his eyes more often than she wanted. She kept wanting to pull down her sleeves, but they already covered her scars adequately. The action wa
