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..actually, it is also an amulet, he replied a bit hesitantly, but Rose didnt notice. At the word amulet her eyes lit up. Well, several of the herbs you are holding are known to provide protection against, shall we say, bad external influences as well as for purification. Even among your Native American tribes, I believe. Which is what I used them for.And the others?Now it was Cians turn to shift uncomfortably. Well, ahem, if you must know
passion.Rose looked up at him stunned for a moment. Pas-Pas-Pas
. Um, Im s-sorry. Did you just say
. Passion? Like in passion passion passion?Cian began to rub the back of his neck with his hand looking rather sheepish. Rose stared at the sachet in her hand with a mixture of horror and marvel. Suddenly she burst out laughing.
WallsEach night she lies in bedCounting the dots on the ceilingAs a heavy weight settles on her chest.Tears shimmer unshedFor fear if she startsShe can never stop.Halted whispers of breath fill the airAs she silently claims dominionOver her tenuous composure.She waits. . . .Ticking off the minutes until dawnUntil night is over and a new day begins.She dreams of a day when thingsAre no longer as they seemAnd she is no longer as she appears.Battered from all sidesTrust is impossibleLove has no meaningThey are merely weapons of warfareMeant to shred and burnTo twist and destroy...And people wonder why she has walls.