( A quiet huff of rueful laughter. Oh, Magni understands something of silence. How words can be uncomfortable and hard to shape, how desperately people wish to fill silence, how once things are spoken they can never be taken back. She should pull away from Rani, and her queenly mastery of words and their weaving. Silence serves her better, she says, when she can play her words in so heavenly a way as another might play a harp, weave elaborate tapestries of diplomacy. Was that not what being noble meant?
For a time, Magni stays silent. Big surprise, she’s sure. )
Prove to me that you’re sincere. Don’t make promises to me before then, please.
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For a time, Magni stays silent. Big surprise, she’s sure. )
Prove to me that you’re sincere. Don’t make promises to me before then, please.