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Rion awoke to the buzz of her mother’s sending stone.
“I’m so sorry.” Jaheira’s voice rang out in her mind. “I just realized my messages don’t make sense.”
Rion blinked, wondering if she was still dreaming. “What doesn’t make sense is you waking me up now to tell me this,” she replied to the message. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“Purple ice spider eggs.” Jaheira’s reply was immediate. “Is Fig still human?”
“Now that made no sense. Of course Fig’s human; what else would she be?” Rion certainly hoped she was dreaming, because she didn’t know what the hells was happening if she wasn’t.
“Bhaal’s cheese vapor.” Jaheira’s next message cleared up absolutely nothing. “Tired.”
“If this is an old Harper code, I don’t know it,” Rion replied. “What the hells are you talking about?”
“I am not having a bad dream!” Jaheira replied indignantly. “Tell your brother I wash a mean shoe.”
“Jaheira.” Rion replied with the shortest sending stone message she’d ever sent. “Mother. What.”
Silence for a moment, then a flustered reply from Jaheira. “I have just realized that it is possible to send in one’s sleep. Please ignore whatever the hells I just said.”
Rion breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll expect more messages when you’re awake, then. For now, I’m going back to sleep.”
“Good idea,” Jaheira replied. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”