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All of this, he thought as he stood, because I couldn’t figure out how to die Standing made hith until he ate

Servants approached carrying brilliant red and gold robes As they entered his aura, each servant--skin, hair, clothing, and garerated color The saturated hues were far more resplendent than any dye or paint could produce That was an effect of Lightsong’s innate BioChroh Breath to fill thousands of people He saw little value in it He couldn’t use it to aniod, not an Awakener He couldn’t give--or even loan--his deific Breath away

Well, except once That would, however, kill him

The servants continued theirwas a good head and a half taller than anyone else in the room He was also broad of shoulders, with athe amount of time he spent idle

"Did you sleep well, Your Grace?" a voice asked

Lightsong turned Llarih priest, was a tall, portly man with spectacles and a calm demeanor His hands were nearly hidden by the deep sleeves of his gold and red robe, and he carried a thick tohtsong’s aura

"I slept fantastically, Scoot," Lightsong said, yawning "A night full of nightmares and obscure dreams, as always Terribly restful"

The priest raised an eyebrow "Scoot?"

"Yes," Lightsong said "I’ve decided to give you a new nickna around, poking into things"

"I a hiht Doesn’t he ever get annoyed?

Llariin?"

"If weribbons, doing up clasps, and draping silks Each bowed and retreated to a side of the room

Llarimar picked up his quill "What, then, do you re flopped back onto one of his couches, lounging "Nothing really important"

Llarian to file in, bearing various dishes of food Mundane, hu didn’t really need to eat such things--they would not give hience In a short ti far h to live for another week

"Please try to remember the dreams, Your Grace," Llarimar said in his polite, yet firm, way "Nosighed, looking up at the ceiling It was painted with a mural, of course This one depicted three fields enclosed by stone walls It was a vision one of his predecessors had seen Lightsong closed his eyes, trying to focus "Ialking along a beach," he said "And a ship was leaving without "

Llari all kinds of symbolism in the memory "Were there any colors?" the priest asked

"The ship had a red sail," Lightsong said "The sand was brown, of course, and the trees green For some reason, I think the ocean water was red, like the ship"

Llari re opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling and its brightly colored fields He reached over idly, plucking some cherries off a servant’s plate

Why should he begrudge the people his dreaht to complain He was remarkably fortunate He had a deific BioChroh luxury for ten kings Of all the people in the world, he had the least right to be difficult

It was just thatwell, he was probably the world’s only god who didn’t believe in his own religion

"Was there anything else to the drea up from his book

"You were there, Scoot"

Llarihtly "Iwas?"

Lightsong nodded "You apologized for botheringbottle of wine and did a dance It was really quite rearded hihed "No, there was nothing else Just the boat Even that is fading"

Llarih, of course, they re with their plates of nuts, wine, and fruit, should any of it be wanted "Shall we get on with it then, Your Grace?" Llarihed, then rose, exhausted A servant scuttled forward to redo one of the clasps on his robe, which had co fell into step beside Llari at least a foot over the priest The furniture and doorways, however, were built to fit Lightsong’s increased size, so it was the servants and priests who see no hallways Hallere for servants, and they ran in a square around the outside of the building Lightsong walked on plush rugs fro the finest pottery fros and gracefully calligraphed poems, created by Hallandren’s finest artists