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Boysenberry - A Soft Place to Land
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Timeframe : 1280
Sethan gave the cottage door a couple of short, swift raps with his knuckles and held his breath as he ran silently through lines once again in his head.
It was a woman with long red braids that answered. As the door swung open and she took him in, her eyes narrowed and every carefully crafted phrase left him, and he considered, if only for the briefest of moments, turning away.
“Is Kairn here?” he asked.
The words hung in the air as she studied him thoughtfully, still without a word. The hands braced against the doorframe, barring passage spoke well enough.
“Lyssa?” came a voice from inside. It was soon followed by the appearance of the boy, who stopped short as he spied him as well.
“Shamino.” It was like looking into a mirror and twenty years back.
The boy regarded him with the same critical silence over the woman’s shoulder for a moment. “Uncle Kairn’s out back,” he said, with a nod towards the yard, and as Sethan began to open his mouth, uncertain how to respond, he added, “You should come inside. I’ll go get him.”
The woman shot him a glare, but the boy met it with a pleading look and reluctantly, she stepped back from the door.
Sethan muttered a stiff “thank you,” nearly too softly to be heard, as he followed them inside.
Main entry
Timeframe : 1280
Sethan gave the cottage door a couple of short, swift raps with his knuckles and held his breath as he ran silently through lines once again in his head.
It was a woman with long red braids that answered. As the door swung open and she took him in, her eyes narrowed and every carefully crafted phrase left him, and he considered, if only for the briefest of moments, turning away.
“Is Kairn here?” he asked.
The words hung in the air as she studied him thoughtfully, still without a word. The hands braced against the doorframe, barring passage spoke well enough.
“Lyssa?” came a voice from inside. It was soon followed by the appearance of the boy, who stopped short as he spied him as well.
“Shamino.” It was like looking into a mirror and twenty years back.
The boy regarded him with the same critical silence over the woman’s shoulder for a moment. “Uncle Kairn’s out back,” he said, with a nod towards the yard, and as Sethan began to open his mouth, uncertain how to respond, he added, “You should come inside. I’ll go get him.”
The woman shot him a glare, but the boy met it with a pleading look and reluctantly, she stepped back from the door.
Sethan muttered a stiff “thank you,” nearly too softly to be heard, as he followed them inside.