[ The voice comes from inside the bare space of the temple within, where Kahlil stands at the base of the iron tree. There's a brief flicker of recognition as he makes out her features, or maybe its the scarlet glow of magic.
He's frowning, not at her but the ground between them as it shakes once again. A tea set at the base of the tree rattles on its simple metal tray. One of the fruits from the iron branches falls to the ground, its overripe flesh exploding on impact and glistening on the ground. ]
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[ The voice comes from inside the bare space of the temple within, where Kahlil stands at the base of the iron tree. There's a brief flicker of recognition as he makes out her features, or maybe its the scarlet glow of magic.
He's frowning, not at her but the ground between them as it shakes once again. A tea set at the base of the tree rattles on its simple metal tray. One of the fruits from the iron branches falls to the ground, its overripe flesh exploding on impact and glistening on the ground. ]
I wasn't sure if it was only me.
[ He doesn't know what's happening here. ]