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walksindeath

In the reservoir

Feb 11, 2010 12:09

The faint light from the Charter Stones seems to turn everything to muted grey and gold from behind Sabriel's half-closed eyes. It is warm here in the centre of the reservoir, slowly melting away the chill from crossing the water earlier. She lies still in the bottom of the boat so as not to jar her leg; it still hurts, but by now in a healthier, ( Read more... )

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makesthings February 11 2010, 21:30:13 UTC

As the steps finally reach the water and where the barge is tied up, Sam dips his hand into the clear water. He's always amazed at just how clear it was and he watched the Charter Marks from through his fingers. Once they were all standing in the midst of the simple raft, Touchstone undid the rope and whispered a single word that began to move them towards the Great Charter Stones and Sabriel ( ... )

walksindeath February 11 2010, 21:52:23 UTC

The pain and tiredness is slow to recede, but Sabriel smiles fit to burst as she sees her two children sitting in the boat and coming closer, illuminated by the light of the Charter Mark she had cast. Everything is more powerful down here, and the clean, silvery light is no exception.

It makes a refreshing change, but opening her arms to hug Sam and Ellie with Touchstone nearby is restoring in a way that all the magic in the kingdom could never be.

It's almost nice to be fussed over the way Ellimere does it, but Sabriel draws the line at showing them the mess of her leg - they don't need that image, ever if she has anything to do with it.

"A wound from the Dead rots quickly, I'm afraid," she says ruefully, making it matter-of-fact.

"All will soon be well."

charter_npc February 12 2010, 04:29:38 UTC

"This time," he says. It came out a bit harsher than he meant it to. He knows that being Abhorsen is a dangerous occupation, but sometimes it felt like she took too many risks when she didn't have to.

walksindeath February 13 2010, 17:30:33 UTC

Sabriel grins a little, rueful but unrepentant.

"Your father is angry with me because he thinks I almost got myself killed," she confides to their children. "I don't understand it myself, since I think he should be glad that I didn't."

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