In the middle of the night, two redheaded Elves awaken with a start, as if jolted from some nightmare. They cling together, confused and shaken, and though one is convinced that it was just a dream (after all, that happened centuries ago at least), his twin isn’t so certain. Now though isn’t the time to think about it, so he just closes his eyes
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The Eyrien strick is promptly abandoned and he's striding in that direction, worry and anger warring rather obviously on his face. "Ambarussa?"
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Neither of them look great, but while there is still pain in Pityo's eyes the edges of the wounds are less jagged. It's slow, but he's starting to heal again. For Telvo, it's mostly worry over his twin.
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But it's a near thing. Pityo gets a tacklehug first.
"Where in Hell's name have you been? I was worried."
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Neither's noticed the odd discrepancy yet between what day it is, and what day they think it ought to be.
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Not that Merlin is looking to have sharp objects thrown his way, but as he walks by the twins, he might smile a bit - relief, perhaps, and the greater part of it for Lucivar's sake.
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