Desmond’s Climb: Seeing Things
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So, do you know about this stairway? It was the seventh or eighth phrasing Des had tried of the same question. They were already in their next class, and his collar was not talking to him.
This was tricky, because it was supposed to be a class on clairvoyance and other scrying.
Could you at least help me with this… “Could you give me a hand with this class?” he asked weakly. “I’ll stop asking about the other thing. I will. Just please help me with this class.”
“Desmond, is it?” Their teacher, a tall and impressive person with dark skin and short curly hair woven with wire the same silver as their collar, paused by Desmond’s desk.
“Des is fine. I - sorry. My collar is annoyed with me.”
read on…
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Previous: Kayay's Story
🗝️
So, do you know about this stairway? It was the seventh or eighth phrasing Des had tried of the same question. They were already in their next class, and his collar was not talking to him.
This was tricky, because it was supposed to be a class on clairvoyance and other scrying.
Could you at least help me with this… “Could you give me a hand with this class?” he asked weakly. “I’ll stop asking about the other thing. I will. Just please help me with this class.”
“Desmond, is it?” Their teacher, a tall and impressive person with dark skin and short curly hair woven with wire the same silver as their collar, paused by Desmond’s desk.
“Des is fine. I - sorry. My collar is annoyed with me.”
read on…
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1384671.html. You can comment here or there.