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Dyami was asking hard questions - one Oralia wasn't sure she had good answers for. Again she fell silent, long enough that it almost seemed she might've fallen asleep again. Finally she shifted and made a frustrated soft noise.
"That is the problem... what can I do," she mumbled. "If they come tomorrow and I were brave, I could yell and scream and tell them to leave... they will cut me down. If pick up a sword, they will cut me down. I could call for all the wolves of the village to help me and maybe then we save the village together, but many would be cut down."
She sighed then, shrugged her shoulders and making another frustrated noise.
"There are so many more in danger beyond this village. It takes an army to fight an army and there is only me left, and then is it right to ask people to fight when I could barely live as a woodling? Who would follow a girl that should have died?"
"That is the problem... what can I do," she mumbled. "If they come tomorrow and I were brave, I could yell and scream and tell them to leave... they will cut me down. If pick up a sword, they will cut me down. I could call for all the wolves of the village to help me and maybe then we save the village together, but many would be cut down."
She sighed then, shrugged her shoulders and making another frustrated noise.
"There are so many more in danger beyond this village. It takes an army to fight an army and there is only me left, and then is it right to ask people to fight when I could barely live as a woodling? Who would follow a girl that should have died?"