Lea Ashdin's Encampment

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"You wanted to see me?" Orianna asks, slipping between the flaps of Lea's tent.

"Ah, yes. It is time for the ceremony," the oracle remarks, still unpacking her trunks, "Come, you must be accompanied by a council member."

Lea turns to Orianna, and her face turns serious. She slowly walks towards the Queen, until they are mere inches apart. Lea's pewter blue eyes meet Orianna's onyx ones, and the seer puts her hands on the queen's shoulders.

"Listen. You will not like it there. You will feel something cold and malevolent, and you will want to run. But you may not. No matter how she threatens you, how she tempts you, you must stay."

Without explanation, Lea turns, beckoning Orianna out of the tent.

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