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Unfortunately, her father seemed to assume her
dwindling feelings of friendship for Hollow-sky would
grow into love because of his own need to keep the tribe
unified, and others whispered what a perfect match they
would be - he so strong, she so beautiful. No one could see
how her feelings had changed, and she had no mother to
counsel her.
Now Hollow-sky was up to some mischief in the weapons
tent, a place he should not even be near. Goldmoon knew
she should question him, but she did not want to confront
him today. She didn't want to listen to his excuses or even
speak with him, so she said nothing as she approached the
guards posted at the opening to the weapons tent. Oblivious
to their fail ure, they bowed respectfully to the priestess and
held back the flaps of the tent for her to enter.
Left alone inside, Goldmoon found nothing apparently
amiss. All weapons were stored here on festival days,
ostensibly in acknowledgement of the chieftain's
sovereignty, though it coincidentally cut down on injuries in
brawls that might develop as the celebration wore into the
night. Goldmoon shrugged. Whatever Hollow-sky had been
up to she would get out of him later. For now she must put
him out of her mind and bless the warriors' weapons
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