The river wasn't far. The women passed the place for traditional cleansing rituals watched by a statue of a goddess and forded the flow to get to a small structure on one of the islands.
Maddie didn't enjoy the slimy touch of the river flora on her ankles, but the running water meant no emotions - which was good.
The shrine was locked, but Ishanvi plucked a few pieces of reed and stuck them as eyelashes onto a carved face. Then she let couple drops of river water drip onto them like tears.
The door opened with a flash of magic.
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No! Tak! A dál? Bude moar?
Tess
No! Tak! A dál? Bude moar?
Dvojitá řasa!
Elluška
Dvojitá řasa!
Líbí se mi postřeh, že v tekoucí vodě nejsou emoce - voda je odnese. A pak už se nevážou k místu. Nevstoupíš dvakrát...
A takže Ishanvi jen dělala naivku a celé to vůbec není náhoda! Gooood.