[Tom is standing at a counter, his hands in his pockets, the very picture of relaxed and composed. He looks a lot healthier than he did upon arrival, though he is still pale and looks as if he hasn't slept very much since he landed in Adstringendum. He is watching a tea cup, which is steaming and fresh. His eyes narrow slightly at it, pursing his ( Read more... )

[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of lifeThin lips purse together as ( Read more... )