Searching for courtneycrumrin
*Rare indeed are the days that Thorn takes a break from work and lessons. When he's not actively involved in one or the other, he tends to hole up in his room and study. Today he has made his deliveries for H.D.Hollister's early, and has no lessons after. Thorn puts on the most threadbare of his clothes from Christmas, and makes certain the pockets are empty. The Nexus is, in some places, crossable by swimming only to all accounts, and he does not want to risk any books or papers getting ruined. He takes only his largest knife, in case of trouble. The belt he once wore it on no longer reaches around his waist, so he is forced to tie the sheath to a beltloop. Thus prepared, Thorn sets out for the Nexus.
He's always had a talent for finding gates, boundaries, the crossplaces between one thing and another. Courtney is not quite so far gone into what she is becoming to have lost herself utterly, and he holds onto the idea that she is a kind of crux point herself. When the gate to the Nexus lands him in chest-high water, he doesn't hesitate. If it gets deeper, he'll manage. Thorn is by no means a good swimmer, but he's more bouyant than he once was, and he's dog-paddled in a few large creeks enough to be confident he won't drown, even if he does flail a bit awkwardly. Eyes closed, he searches for Courtney in his mind, hoping to seek her out and speak his piece before she goes to far to be willing to listen. He's unsure that his words will have any impact, regardless of what state of mind she's in, but he has to try.
Before long, he's clumsily struggling along in water over his head; in no danger of drowning, but far from graceful in the water.*
He's always had a talent for finding gates, boundaries, the crossplaces between one thing and another. Courtney is not quite so far gone into what she is becoming to have lost herself utterly, and he holds onto the idea that she is a kind of crux point herself. When the gate to the Nexus lands him in chest-high water, he doesn't hesitate. If it gets deeper, he'll manage. Thorn is by no means a good swimmer, but he's more bouyant than he once was, and he's dog-paddled in a few large creeks enough to be confident he won't drown, even if he does flail a bit awkwardly. Eyes closed, he searches for Courtney in his mind, hoping to seek her out and speak his piece before she goes to far to be willing to listen. He's unsure that his words will have any impact, regardless of what state of mind she's in, but he has to try.
Before long, he's clumsily struggling along in water over his head; in no danger of drowning, but far from graceful in the water.*