River shrugs, a little helplessly, because she can't explain it either (and it bothers her, more than she's willing to admit even to him, to feel so out of her depth at comprehending something).
"It's magic. Not like stories, but real. And this isn't a planet... order of chelonii or testudines."
She twined her hand in his, tugging him back toward the market stalls. "We'll find it."
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"It's magic. Not like stories, but real. And this isn't a planet... order of chelonii or testudines."
She twined her hand in his, tugging him back toward the market stalls. "We'll find it."