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After a long while of silence, Dainsleif sighed deeply.
"In that case, Outlander, let me tell you one more thing about the inteyvat,” he reached down and plucked two inteyvats from their stems. “Inteyvats last little more than two weeks before wilting. But if you were to pluck one and take it out of Khaenri'ah, the petals would harden."
As he spoke, he leaned closer, gently brushed her hair aside, and carefully wove one inteyvat into her hair. He heard her breathing quicken, saw her eyes dilating at how close his fingers were, nearly grazing her neck.
"Only when it finally returned to its home soil would the petals grow soft once more, and finally turn to dust," he continued, entwining the other inteyvat into her hair as well.
"Thus the Inteyvat is a symbol for a wanderer far from home, signifying the tenderness of the homeland," he finished softly, gazing into the Outlander's wide eyes.Series
- Part 1 of Dainslumi Angst to Keal Your Soul