Aug 29, 2006 22:45
Peter's walking by the lake, picking splinters from his hand. The stables are still a bit of a shambles, but they made progress.
It's funny how good it was to do something.
Duncan was unharmed, but skittish; he seemed to hardly recognize Peter, although he knows that was half-panic and half-anthropomorphizing on his part. Self-recrimination.
All it took was a bloody earthquake, to get him out there.