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[gauls]

To enter into a covenant with this world and the things that inhabit it. For luck. Out of respect. In honor. And with curiosity.

It might be something small. A carving. A piece of jewelry. A flower grown by your own hand. I was raised by the water and I think this lake is very powerful. You know something of that, don't you? You understand this in your own way.

[trailborn]

[she thinks of sam gutting the buffalo and handing her its heart, the words he spoke as she bit into the still-warm muscle, the overwhelming smell of earth and iron and air.]

Yes. I'll do this with you. I have a piece of gold I can offer.

I do...elements will surprise you with their power.
Which waters were you raised by?

[and would she know them?]

[gauls]

Lake Geneva. In the nation you would know as France. Supposedly not far from here, if the roads are measured by ordinary steps and not some hallucination.

Gold is very good. Where was yours mined from? Do you know?