Tamiyo - He Who Frightens the Sun

An old scroll, one of her first and favorites, floated open from her side. It was a story from her home, and it was precisely the story she needed.

[He Who Frightens the Sun]

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The story invoked, its magic became real, and Tamiyo faded from view. To any who saw her now, she would appear to be something that belonged there— another cathar, or a decorative vase— up until the moment she told a lie, or no longer desired deception. It was a very useful story, but as she did every time with every story, she whispered an apology for using it in this way. Stories were sacred, and to use them as tools felt just a little bit blasphemous every time.

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She walked (feet touching the stones now, quite cold) with purpose past a pair of cathars, who offered a crisp salute. She returned the gesture with less efficiency, and all saw what they needed to see.

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