![]() ![]() Marksinna Laurent was a very powerful Trylle, able to produce and control fire, and something that strong was draining. Her black hair was slicked back, pulled in a bun so tight her face looked strained. Laurent muttered something under her breath, keeping her steely eyes locked on the oak table. We must offer them some bit of happiness, otherwise why would they stay?” ![]() This is why our people are leaving our cities and preferring to live amongst the humans, letting their powers die. ![]() “We may not be human, but that doesn’t mean we have to be devoid of humanity. Why on Earth should we treat them as equals when they are not?” “They are lower than us,” Laurent said, as if I didn’t understand the concept. “They are expected to die for us, but we aren’t willing to heal their wounds? We cannot ask more of them than we are willing to give ourselves.” “Why is that ridiculous?” I asked, working to keep the ice from my voice. “Healers on a tracker?” Marksinna Laurent laughed, and a few others chuckled along with her. ![]()
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