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Last night in his new room in the bar, George dreamt. His mind took him back to that last night in Scotland and that silly Yank tourist with the camera who tagged along. Andy, wasn't it? Only the late Andy now after they were both attacked. He survived, and the poor other bloke didn't. The worse part was that they almost got away. He was sure of how to get back, his mind thinking of landmarks and trails. Even then he knew his way around a woods, though his wolf instinct and senses had only expanded on his tracking ability. Useful for knowing how to get deep into the trees and away from people.
Still that was then, and this is today. Sitting at the bar with a few good books to read, cup of tea ready. He had tried to talk Bar out of giving him latkes with his lunch and even a small dreidel for the past week however.
"No, no, leave off, that's not for me anymore. Just take it away." The plate and top still remained however despite George's urgings. He's come to acceptance about being a creature of darkness, but still thinking that means a festival of lights should be the last thing for him to celebrate now. He tried pushing it aside, even though it did smell very good. Rather like his grandmum's recipe. Maybe he'll try a little. For old time's sake.
[tiny tag: George Sands]
Still that was then, and this is today. Sitting at the bar with a few good books to read, cup of tea ready. He had tried to talk Bar out of giving him latkes with his lunch and even a small dreidel for the past week however.
"No, no, leave off, that's not for me anymore. Just take it away." The plate and top still remained however despite George's urgings. He's come to acceptance about being a creature of darkness, but still thinking that means a festival of lights should be the last thing for him to celebrate now. He tried pushing it aside, even though it did smell very good. Rather like his grandmum's recipe. Maybe he'll try a little. For old time's sake.
[tiny tag: George Sands]