<b>After Haldir had left to return to his room with Allasea, the others briefly explored their temporary accommodations. Just as the wizard had promised, there was a central sitting area with doors on either side, both leading to separate bedrooms. Simple, but elegant tapestries hung on the walls, and a large window at the back looked down onto the gardens. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Which room do you want?” Allassiel asked, after peeking into both. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>I'm not sure as it matters, but that one,” Pegawen responded, waving a hand to her left, as she stared outside. “Do you think we'll get to come back here after and see the gardens again?” She turned, but Allassiel was already in the other room. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>I'm certain we'll be back,” came the reply from beyond the doorway. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Hmmm.” Pegawen headed towards the room she'd picked, pausing to briefly squeeze Lotharn's arm on the way past. <br/>
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Allassiel came out again and looked around before heading to Lotharn's side. “I know you want to know,” she started, shaking her head. “Give her time. What Allasea told her … it changed a lot of things for her. She'll talk to you, but when she's ready.” Her gaze went to the other bedroom. “How it's possible, I can't even fathom.” She thought of what she'd overheard in the gardens. <br/>
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Having said all she would, she headed to where Thorgan stood admiring one of the hangings on the wall. The scene appeared to be of an old city and she stopped next to him and studied it. “What's that?” she asked.</b><br/><br/><br/><b>In the bedroom, Pegawen sat down on the edge of the bed and raked her fingers through her hair. Her mind was still swirling with everything she'd learned and it was nice to have a moment of peace as she attempted to sort out the various emotions she felt. Disbelief, anger, fear, uncertainty … Who was she? And why? Allasea had told her it was to give her the life she'd not have with her, to keep her safe? But safe from what? Orome? And who was she to pick what sort of life she could have?</b><br/><br/>“<b>She's my mother, that's who.” She bit out the words to the empty room, giving way to the frustration and confusion for the moment. Is he why I have magic? What am I? The thought occurred to her that Allasea must share the same doubts about herself, but she shoved it back. <br/>
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She rested her hands in her lap, palms up and stared at them. They didn't look different. Was she any different? Did it change anything? Perhaps it changed everything. <br/>
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She just wasn't sure …</b>