Nov 19, 2005 23:46
Sheemie is downstairs, with the kitten on his shoulder.
The call is stronger than it was yesterday, so much stronger, and the song grows louder by the hour.
And he knows.
They go today.
Last chance to say goodbye, folken.
meg giry,
caspian x,
jah-lila,
naraht,
faith lehane,
ace (pyro),
sheemie ruiz,
simon tam,
bernard mickey wrangle,
martha sowerby,
antigone
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Familiar face, but no clue as to the name. Perhaps it is time to rectify that.
He glides over.
"Good evening, sir. I am so glad to find you again now that I can talk and understand language once more."
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"Thee're well again now, sai?"
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"Indeed I am. Compared to others aflicted by the Other, I got off light...but that is not an exprience I would wish on anyone."
His tone lightens as he says, "Anyway, I really wanted to thank you for...well, providing an outlet, as it were. I would also be very honored to know your name."
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"Well-met, indeed." He says. "Tell me...do you know a young human by the name of Susan Delgado? Your...accent is rather similar."
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Poor, out-of-the-loop Horta.
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"...thee'd best make it today, sai. And in the bar, not the stables, mayhap."
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He remembers something. "Is she going off to help with the war on Andrew's world?"
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Naraht knows he's missing something.
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"You mean 'moving on' in the most final way?" he asks quietly.
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I'm sorry, he sends, as if to a fellow Horta. Along with those two words come a melange of regret for a friendship that might have been long, gratitude for the little of this man he has known and hope...for Naraht knows this is not the end.
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