Havelock still has no idea what this place is, why he keeps opening doors and finding it there waiting, and why he doesn't do the sensible thing and turn around again every time
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Indeed, Havelock looks almost relaxed, to the casual viewer. He has stretched his legs out idly, one hand rests loosely over the arm of his chair, and his gaze is fixed firmly on the page in almost total absorption.*
Only the occasional turn of a page prompts him to move.
Watching mortals has long been a hobby of his-- at work, at play, traveling through the woods-- and is, at this point, something he does nearly without thought. It's a pleasant distraction from thoughts of what's to come.
(Oberon has never been to Milliways, but he does know of its existence. Puck told him himself, in happier times.
He wonders how far the king will seek him out, and who of the court shall be sent to do the job.
Or if he'll simply wait.)
In the meantime, he creeps a little nearer to the mortal's chair, approaching it from the side. Strange-- though perhaps to be expected: at this distance, he does not seem carved from stone at all.
Havelock understands the theory now, but a little attention paid to the fine detail never hurts - particularly as he rather suspect he will have to destroy this copy, to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.* He does dislike wasting anything interesting.
He flicks to the next page, smoothing the paper unconsciously as he considers the next point. It is a good one - but how does it apply to an urban environment?
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The fae aren't really what you'd call big readers.
Still, when all is done, this fellow is only a mortal man, and surely no great taxation as a foe. Puck sidles invisibly and curiously closer.
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Only the occasional turn of a page prompts him to move.
* Naturally, the 'almost' is there for a reason.
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(Oberon has never been to Milliways, but he does know of its existence. Puck told him himself, in happier times.
He wonders how far the king will seek him out, and who of the court shall be sent to do the job.
Or if he'll simply wait.)
In the meantime, he creeps a little nearer to the mortal's chair, approaching it from the side. Strange-- though perhaps to be expected: at this distance, he does not seem carved from stone at all.
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Havelock understands the theory now, but a little attention paid to the fine detail never hurts - particularly as he rather suspect he will have to destroy this copy, to keep it from falling into the wrong hands.* He does dislike wasting anything interesting.
He flicks to the next page, smoothing the paper unconsciously as he considers the next point. It is a good one - but how does it apply to an urban environment?
* Read: any but his.
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