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I thought about posting a real entry, and then realized all I wanted to post was this:
“I don’t want to go upstairs,” Varenta said. “I want to be left alone.”
“What happened to if I can do that spell, I can do anything? What happened to being willing to do more spells for us?” Selli said. “Are you so scared of spells and people that you’re going to panic when they ask you to do something new?”
“No,” Varenta said. He didn’t want to talk to her. He tried to push the little silver gear into a notch inside the clock but it wouldn’t snap in properly.
“You said you could do it and now you’re so afraid you’ll barely--”
“I’m not him!” Varenta burst out, clenching his fist so hard and suddenly that many of the other gears on the table rattled. “I’m not him, I’ll never be him, and there’s only so much I can do without him. If they’re all counting on me to fix this-and I try and I can’t do it--” He couldn’t finish. Sitting in on that meeting had been bad enough, but if he really messed up some big political venture, all Uncle Fred would come home to would be an unhappy mess. Which Uncle Fred would be angry about having to clean up.
Selli touched his shoulder. “Varenta,” she said softly. “I know you can do it.”
Varenta put down the little silver gear and gave up on the clock completely. “What happened to Uncle Fred?”
“We don’t know,” Selli said. She hesitated, glancing to one side, before continuing. “He was traveling. Durana’s been trying to find out whether he reached his destination or not. We just know he never came home, and he always alerts us if he’s going to be later than expected. Something must have happened to him. But we don’t know what.”
From Missing Pieces, about a third of the way through. I messed around for an hour before I chose this piece as opposed to a different one.
“I don’t want to go upstairs,” Varenta said. “I want to be left alone.”
“What happened to if I can do that spell, I can do anything? What happened to being willing to do more spells for us?” Selli said. “Are you so scared of spells and people that you’re going to panic when they ask you to do something new?”
“No,” Varenta said. He didn’t want to talk to her. He tried to push the little silver gear into a notch inside the clock but it wouldn’t snap in properly.
“You said you could do it and now you’re so afraid you’ll barely--”
“I’m not him!” Varenta burst out, clenching his fist so hard and suddenly that many of the other gears on the table rattled. “I’m not him, I’ll never be him, and there’s only so much I can do without him. If they’re all counting on me to fix this-and I try and I can’t do it--” He couldn’t finish. Sitting in on that meeting had been bad enough, but if he really messed up some big political venture, all Uncle Fred would come home to would be an unhappy mess. Which Uncle Fred would be angry about having to clean up.
Selli touched his shoulder. “Varenta,” she said softly. “I know you can do it.”
Varenta put down the little silver gear and gave up on the clock completely. “What happened to Uncle Fred?”
“We don’t know,” Selli said. She hesitated, glancing to one side, before continuing. “He was traveling. Durana’s been trying to find out whether he reached his destination or not. We just know he never came home, and he always alerts us if he’s going to be later than expected. Something must have happened to him. But we don’t know what.”
From Missing Pieces, about a third of the way through. I messed around for an hour before I chose this piece as opposed to a different one.