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So that was what being unbound felt like. It was a strange feeling. One that was a combination of pleasure and pain. The pain at having to reveal a very naked part of his soul yet overshadowed by the pleasurable knowledge that he was indeed his mother’s son, and that arcana existed in him as it did in her. That was certainly comfortable to him.
Listening to Mistress Rayra, Ci’aran nodded solemnly as he closed his eyes once again.
To meditate. He thought to himself. To cleanse yourself of the unnecessary and the unimportant.
“Yes.” Ci’aran barely whispered as his eyes remained closed, “I am ready.”
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