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"To Fix What's Broken" by precious_katuch14
The Desert Aisha sat by the fountain in the middle of the garden in the temple of King Coltzan I, watching everyone else pass by – initiates and novices hurrying toward their classes, bemedalled high clerics holding hushed conversations, librarians toting armfuls of scrolls, and apothecary workers hauling baskets of herbs and mushrooms. The Aisha wrinkled their nose as one Kiko bounced past with bundles of wild garlic. Smoothing out their tunic, they scanned the crowd. Then, at the sight of a Red Techo sprinting toward them, they smiled and raised a hand to wave at him. “Sorry, Abiyah,” the Techo said, breathing hard as he reached the fountain. “Master Yamanu suddenly called me to help him find one of the books he needs for his research.” “Is he still looking into…” Abiyah glanced away, furrowed their brow, and knotted their fingers together. “You know.” He sat down next to them, scooting so they were side by side. “Yeah. He thinks that in the ancient scrolls, there’s probably a clue on how our ancestors stopped the plague that destroyed my village and my family.” The Techo gave Abiyah a melancholy smile, prompting them to reach out and close their hand over his. “I’m sure you and Master Yamanu can find that clue so that plague doesn’t take anyone else. Anyway, don’t worry about being late, Velm. Are you ready?” They stood up and helped Velm up to his feet as well. “Of course. Oh, don’t look so sad, come on. This is our day off, remember? Where’s our first stop again? The newly opened grilled meat place? Or was it…” * * * Abiyah groaned softly as they staggered to their front door, stifling a yawn.
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