Svalin frowned. "I doth not hope they start saying prayers to us. It ist not natural for them to do so and mine sire and grandfather wilt not be pleased." In a moment of pure serendipity a flash of lightning appeared on the horizon followed by a rumble of thunder. "Mine father already disapproves," she said with a small smile on her face.
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