Jan 08, 2009 17:03
I'll find you.
It doesn't love you. You think maybe, it does, but it doesn't, so don't get comfortable. I'll find you. The wind will tell me. Don't think it won't.
I want it back. Is this a curse? It's perverse. Theft is wrong, don't you know that? I'll get it back. I will.
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It's really lonely.
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You've had it since you were born, haven't you?
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"Are you going out looking for them?"
She tilts her head slightly, crossing her arms.
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"I've tried. I stopped for a while."
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"Can I help? Tsornin travels the fastest of any horse in the City, I am quite sure, and while he is not the wind, he might be pressed to compete with it."
It is an offer to this person who has, so far been one of the few people she does not mind talking to in this strange, strange place.
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"I'm just not used to being surprised," he explains, and stands from his desk. "We could go for a ride. I'm not very good on horseback..."
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