Feb 09, 2012 22:32
Things are odd and worrisome.
Teja feels that some sort of doom is looming gloomily over the place, and fate may be waiting patiently to strike, in a dire manner.
Teja is sitting by the fireplace, brooding, staring into the flames, while his hands rake through the soft fur of his little black cat.
Maybe he should go to see his people, in case that after fate strikes, he can no longer reach them.
Or no longer exists in a way they may recognise.
teja,
sir guy of gisborne,
the fool,
yrael