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Apr 03, 2006 19:14

The stunning lack of violence here has made her antsy. For all the talk of threats, nothing had shown itself to her. She'd done some small amount of exploring the area, but from what she could sense, the Earth here was largely dead.

It was perhaps a blessing that she could no longer hear the song of the green, for there was so little of it to be found here. As unthreatened as she felt by the vampire and the Magog, the climate itself did more than enough to unsettle her. She'd walked destroyed worlds before. This one in particular should not have bothered her so, but perhaps it was the human part of her that disliked it here. Or perhaps it was seeing the world that had once been so glorious destroyed again by these filthy lesser creatures that had usurped her.

Whatever the reason, Illyria found herself back in room 202 after a largely unsatisfying walk outdoors. She told herself that she did not desire the company of any creature, but something brought her to the most likely place to encounter others all the same.

Best not to consider her own reasons too much, really.

tim hunter, illyria, hamel, methos

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