Kettricken's attention is snatched away from the aggressor and drawn to the streets of Aifaran. Though they are away from the festival now - she could not stand the revelry under such somber conditions - the crowd is still lively and she strains to see through the throng of people, simultaneously longing for and dreading what she might find.
-- and then, there he is, just as she is about to write off the voice as an echo of memory. She almost doesn't recognize him: he is a shade darker than her recollection, and he has always had a gift for blending in to his surroundings, but it is none other than the Fool who calls out to her through the crowd.
Kettricken takes a step toward him, searching for recognition in his eyes, and then a few more, her haste betraying her desperation for someone familiar. "Oh, Fool," she says. "By El and Eda both, it is good to see you again! I would that it were under better circumstances."
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Kettricken's attention is snatched away from the aggressor and drawn to the streets of Aifaran. Though they are away from the festival now - she could not stand the revelry under such somber conditions - the crowd is still lively and she strains to see through the throng of people, simultaneously longing for and dreading what she might find.
-- and then, there he is, just as she is about to write off the voice as an echo of memory. She almost doesn't recognize him: he is a shade darker than her recollection, and he has always had a gift for blending in to his surroundings, but it is none other than the Fool who calls out to her through the crowd.
Kettricken takes a step toward him, searching for recognition in his eyes, and then a few more, her haste betraying her desperation for someone familiar. "Oh, Fool," she says. "By El and Eda both, it is good to see you again! I would that it were under better circumstances."