Yesterday had been a difficult day, spent in large part packing up our things from the Pirates' Treehouse (though in truth, none but I ever referred to it as such anymore, and even I did so mostly to myself) and readying them to be transported to our new home. Though I could not be thankful for anyone's disappearance from the island, I had to own,
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He'd gone for a walk and somehow had made his way to the treehouse and the comfort that he knew Alcuin could provide, but it seemed almost deserted and so he kept walking. He wasn't sure how much later it was that the sudden screech caught his attention but, when he looked up, it was to a familiar face. Not Alcuin, but Phedre.
"Good...it is still morning, yes?" The French words were a little thick on his tongue, not surprising since he hadn't spoken since sometime the day before.
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I looked round then for Joscelin, but he had slipped away while I was otherwise occupied, for Hyacinthe's horse was no longer tied to the tree at the other end of the yard. "Joscelin seems to have stepped out for a moment-- but should you see a blond man with vambraces on his arms and a look of perpetual concentration on his face, you will have found him," I said with a smile.
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