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[inthetapestry]

It was quiet, in the Temple, but not like this. That was a quiet of reverence, of hushed tones and quiet steps, the quiet of a large building full of people making an effort to be quiet. This is a quiet of stillness, of soft breeze and water and birds

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[pwyll_twiceborn]

This is the place where he will spend the rest of his life.

It's a strange thought, and Paul keeps circling experimentally around it to see how it feels - if there is pain in it, if there is loss. He's giving up a world, after all.

There is none, though, at least not today, with the sun shining around Jaelle's frame in the doorway and setting her bright hair alight.

"It won't be long," Paul says, aloud, "before we can move in. It should be ready soon."

[first_of_dana]

She doesn't turn towards him when he speaks.

"It seems as though there should be more to do, here, doesn't it?"

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Paul looks a little wry, though Jaelle of course can't see his expression.

"It seems so - but then again, most of my personal possessions are in Canada, not to return. And yours -"

[first_of_dana]

She turns her head, looking back over his shoulder at him, face carefuly neutral. The old expression, the one that's intended to not give anything away.

"You don't have to stay. We can still send you back, if you'd rather. No one could fault you for that decision."