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Aug 05, 2006 16:13

The sky outside was the grey of an Alban sea, the clouds gathering in a looming mass that hovered, waiting to strike. I was put in mind of the Master of the Straits every time I looked at it, and my heart beat the faster for it. Imriel and I had taken up refuge in a corner of the clinic; I hoped we would be able to sleep on the floor in Greg's room ( Read more... )

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scionoftheblood August 5 2006, 21:30:09 UTC
I had been watching Phedre go through her bag and surreptiously checked my own belongings of which I had very few. "Of course I can remember that," I tell her hotly, it is but two names and I am not a fool. I do not like the sound of this at all, this storm is so serious we had to move and she shouldn't be going out in it. I do not feel it is my place to say so and instead I volunteer myself. "I will go for you."

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loveasthouwilt August 5 2006, 22:33:21 UTC
"Don't be foolish, Imriel," I said curtly. "You'll stay right here where it's safe." He looked like he was going to protest again, so I held up a hand to forestall whatever he would say. "No, Imriel, don't. You are staying here; I will be fine. I'll return in an hour, no more. I promise."

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scionoftheblood August 5 2006, 23:03:52 UTC
I do not agree with this though I say nothing, I sit down and fiddle with my firestriking flint and wait for her to leave. I know the way to the treehouse now, though it may be difficult in the storm and I cannot think Joscelin would approve of her going unprotected.

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loveasthouwilt August 5 2006, 23:13:45 UTC
Buttoning up my coat and winding a thin scarf around my neck, I did not stop to tell anyone where I was going as I made my way toward the compound door. I knew Greg and Severus both would try to stop me, and Abby might try to come with me, neither of which I was willing to entertain.

I stopped before the door and braced myself. Fast and thorough, Phedre, I told myself, and pushed the door open.

The wind was like a driving fist, pushing me this way and that as I tried to walk. One moment I was pushing with all my might against it; the next it switched and was pushing me along so fast I thought I would lose my footing. This was going to be far harder than I'd thought.

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