{Forsaken: Jack} 26/8/2008 - Late Nights

[ripstitch]

The night air was brisk, not as cold as it was in Armidale but the wind still had a touch of winter about it, the air smelt grimy. Even the air smelt wrong, the choke in London has a different smell and the air in Armidale was fresher; Sydney was somewhere in between. The streets were dark but this was something Jack could only really tell by

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[wayfarers_lodge]

And Sky Iron's awake, and ushers her inside, making soft noises of soothing and surprise.

"Let me guess- you should see the other fucker?"

I love it. It doesn't occur to me that people could see Sky Iron as anything other than a crazy old woman who loves to talk, especially when her moon comes on her. Thank you for showing me.

=^..^=

[ripstitch]

"There were at least ten of them, most of them twice my size," she says, obviously joking.

OC: I'm glad you don't mind it and yeah I know Jack thinks the world of Sky Iron, I think that character really manages to be a wise elder without even trying to or coming off as pretentious; it's impressive.