There is a Sam outside in the moonlight, enjoying the very last tendrils of the summer's warmth to ... well. Who knows. His face is utterly unreadable, but he's out by the lake, sitting on a particularly large rock on the lakeside with his sword (the one that was a gift from Atton, not his true sword, lost beyond his door) balanced delicately
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"Evening, Olga."
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"Sam."
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"How's tricks?"
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"Better than usual, I suppose." Her gaze falls to the weapon, just for a moment, before returning to meet his eyes. "And you?"
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"They go."
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It's one of the things she enjoys most about Sam's company. Long silences are not uncomfortable, perhaps because they share a different sense of time than most.
After a spell, she does glance back at him. "Are we sitting a vigil?"
Another word that lost its true meaning somewhere down the line.
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