“Do this for me.”
“This ring,” Missax said, “was my mother’s. And her mother’s before her. It binds the wearer to this house, to its land, to its purpose .” She paused. “I am dying, Elara. Not quickly, but truly. The blood in my veins is thinning. The cold is already in my fingers.” missax - do this for me
“Elara,” she said, her voice low and smooth as polished stone. “Do this for me.” “Do this for me