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In a nutshell
My name is Yamin and I'm the head healer at the palace healing house in Ni-Yana. I have an yrae stone and, unlike my twin sister Nimay, I can remember everything that happened before we arrived here at the palace.
On the healing house
I love the healing house so very much. It's so light and airy, and with all the mint dotted around the place, it even makes it feel cooler in there during a heatwave. It's very green and white, colours that aren't really seen anywhere else in Raykin except in the healing houses. I love that uniqueness. And of course, whenever the King's Own returns from a mission, they bring us back a souvenir from wherever they've been, usually somewhere in Kazin. One such souvenir is a wind chime, used in tropical Kazin to warn of coming cyclones, but in the near-constant breeze of Raykin, it's a musical tinkling in the background, very relaxing.
It's the one place I feel I can be myself. I've spent so long hiding from Nimay that I keep to the shadows almost out of habit now, but in the healing house, where I know she barely ever comes, I can relax a little more. The women working there are all more like friends than simply colleagues. We go to the pub on occasion, but I only come when the Own are away, so I can never completely relax. I love those girls. They've kept me sane for so long.
On Nimay
She's changed so much since we came here, but there's still so much of her that's remained the same. She's still determined to the point of being stubborn, obviously she still loves swords, and I'm sure she still hates eggplant. But so much of what I see of her, only ever from a distance, isn't what I remember of her. She's more serious than she used to be, every part the Own's General. I think I'm a bit nervous of meeting her again, because I don't know how much of the Nimay I was sisters with so long ago is left.
On King Yan
I am never calling him king, because that murderer does not rule my kingdom. He stole everything from me--my family, my home, even my confidence. I was just as outgoing as Nimay before his rules forced me to hide. He stole everything, then gave me an yrae stone, as though that would fix everything. Maybe my way of life now is better than what it was, living in a three-roomed mud-brick house, but if I could change it back to the way it was before, I'd do so in a heartbeat. Maybe it's made me what I am today, but I don't care. I was always going to be a healer, and Nimay was always going to get in the Own. Maybe we would have taken longer to get there without the stones, but we would have had each other to share our achievements with. We would have had Mama and Papa.
Yan is dead, this much is clear standing within five feet of him, but he's not dead enough for me.
On the author
She's a bit delusional, I think. Aside from that, though, she's a lovely girl. We get along well. I'm amused that she tries to play favourites, but it never really comes off.
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