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I'm a little bit Eurosceptic, I'm afraid.
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Okay, I guess everyone's sick?
What timezone?
*pedantic much*
*pedantic much*
Alata quietly withdrew his hand from the door. Clearly, the Princess was not accepting visitors just then, and from the sounds of faint sobbing, she was not ready to be confronted by anyone.
Turning to make his way back down the steep passageway, the lore master's eye fell upon a dense bunch of dried herbs. One of his own, carefully prepared bundles in case of emergency. Alata tutted as he picked it up - it was sloppy of him to mislay such a thing.
Tucking the dry stems into a fold of his robe, he re-assumed his gryphon form and began descending the staircase. He trod deeply into the thin carpet, each step carefully planned and considered - purposeful. Upon reaching the lower passage, he leaped to a high windowsill and looked out, his sharpened eyes surveying that which was invisible to his older, weakened human form. Seeking refuge from the tumults of the day, he spread his silver wings and shot into the clear sky, the fan of feathers at his tail fluttering in hi wake.
He was not to know, until much later, of that which he left behind him on the Princess's landing. A herb. A mere stem.
And burst into flower.
Turning to make his way back down the steep passageway, the lore master's eye fell upon a dense bunch of dried herbs. One of his own, carefully prepared bundles in case of emergency. Alata tutted as he picked it up - it was sloppy of him to mislay such a thing.
Tucking the dry stems into a fold of his robe, he re-assumed his gryphon form and began descending the staircase. He trod deeply into the thin carpet, each step carefully planned and considered - purposeful. Upon reaching the lower passage, he leaped to a high windowsill and looked out, his sharpened eyes surveying that which was invisible to his older, weakened human form. Seeking refuge from the tumults of the day, he spread his silver wings and shot into the clear sky, the fan of feathers at his tail fluttering in hi wake.
He was not to know, until much later, of that which he left behind him on the Princess's landing. A herb. A mere stem.
And burst into flower.
Okay then, will do :D
Hmm. Well, that is a legitimate reason. I will post tomorrow, whatever the case.
(unless my computer dies, or my internet fails, or I'm too busy, or my taxi breaks down, or a meteorite lands on me...)
(unless my computer dies, or my internet fails, or I'm too busy, or my taxi breaks down, or a meteorite lands on me...)
0_0 Please don't come over the border just now!
Then again, I live in Kent. it probably wouldn't reach me :D
BTW, do you speak Welsh?
Then again, I live in Kent. it probably wouldn't reach me :D
BTW, do you speak Welsh?
Mordecai sighed deeply as he saw the siege tower roll up to the Wall of Jerusalem. Never before in his days had he seen a major battle - this would be a first. And from what he had heard, the bloodshed was not a pretty sight.
He gathered up his thick robes, adjusting his staff quickly to accommodate his change in posture. It was imperative that he must reach his wife and children before the conflict escalated further - stories of what both sides could do to innocents were commonplace and unpleasant.
Nodding a swift farewell to the three nearby, Mordecai set off at a quick pace towards his home, slipping through the dense crowd of frightened citizens that were hurrying in the opposite direction. Up ahead, he saw heavy door and windows being flung open, heads appearing at every entrance. His own home was no different - his wife, Naomi, was bustling the two children out of the doorway, clutching small packages of food and bundles of hastily-wrapped clothing.
Their eyes met as the crowd thickened - the strain, the force of the flowing crowd, was beginning to overtake the man of God. He noticed the sad look in Naomi's eyes. Mirroring the expression, he gave up the fight and allowed himself to be dragged backwards, never taking his sight off his wife until he was swallowed up by a knot of petrified youngsters.
After several seconds of frenzied scuffles, Mordecai burst out of the front row of citizens and hurried up the road towards the three, flinging aside his outer robe as he fled.
"Hurry!" he cried. "The city will soon be overrun with people!"
He gathered up his thick robes, adjusting his staff quickly to accommodate his change in posture. It was imperative that he must reach his wife and children before the conflict escalated further - stories of what both sides could do to innocents were commonplace and unpleasant.
Nodding a swift farewell to the three nearby, Mordecai set off at a quick pace towards his home, slipping through the dense crowd of frightened citizens that were hurrying in the opposite direction. Up ahead, he saw heavy door and windows being flung open, heads appearing at every entrance. His own home was no different - his wife, Naomi, was bustling the two children out of the doorway, clutching small packages of food and bundles of hastily-wrapped clothing.
Their eyes met as the crowd thickened - the strain, the force of the flowing crowd, was beginning to overtake the man of God. He noticed the sad look in Naomi's eyes. Mirroring the expression, he gave up the fight and allowed himself to be dragged backwards, never taking his sight off his wife until he was swallowed up by a knot of petrified youngsters.
After several seconds of frenzied scuffles, Mordecai burst out of the front row of citizens and hurried up the road towards the three, flinging aside his outer robe as he fled.
"Hurry!" he cried. "The city will soon be overrun with people!"
Here in Britain, no one seems to have an illness. Well, not anyone I know anyway, except for my uncle.
And I finally posted! Yay :D
And I finally posted! Yay :D
When will the IC be up?
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