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[notmyhome]

The inside of Gaheris' little house out in Nexus-land is wall-papered completely in his own drawings of his past and present, meticulously nailed into the sod bricks with all the obsessive patience Gaheris has learned over the last thousand years. He's moved in completely--he lost the apartment in New York--and a box of Salvation Army clothes is

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[northseaflotsam]

It's been weeks since his quarrel with Sagramore -- if that's even the word for his angry shock and Sagramore's tipsy exasperation -- longer since he's gone near the Nexus, where things are more real and more complicated than they are in the world. But today--

Today he's feeling less wounded, and having by now got the hang of PINpoint coordinates he bypasses the hub and comes out in the sunlit woods.

He was, however, expecting to have to drag his brother out. He pauses at the edge of the meadow, blinking, and then heads over.

[notmyhome]

He actually grins when he catches sight of Mordred. "Hey, you came by. I thought you forgot about me." He doesn't stop painting--his hand and the brush are flying over the canvas like a bright-tipped small bird--but he does fish a cigarette from behind his ear. "How are you?"

[northseaflotsam]

"Not likely, little brother. I've been worse." Of course, coming from him, this is essentially meaningless, but still.

[notmyhome]

Gaheris makes a face. "You got a light?"