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Skare
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Date Posted: 10:25:44 06/01/07 Fri
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Phir
's message, "Re: Around the Town..." on 00:59:27 06/01/07 Fri
She cocked her head to one side, smiling neutrally; her kin behind her imitated the moment, still nickering curiously to each other. She drew back her hand, studying the place where Phir had touched her, tracing her fingertip over her palm slowly. She was silent as she did so, her mask’s expression shifting into a countenance of pretty confusion. After a long while, her kin began to giggle joyfully, scurrying toward Phir, each taking turn in holding his hand, pressing their palms to his. When all were satiated they fled to Skare, doing the same to the bewildered soldier.
“Robbed…” She lifted her head, her expression now one of frail sadness. “Robbed of wife and child…taken,” she whispered, and from her children echoed the shadows of her whisper as they tugged at Skare’s hands. “The Prefect, Our Lord, has robbed you most grievously, Lord Phir…but this is no whimsical fancy. This crime has purpose…our salvation. Our life. You wish us to aid you…” She reached out for her flock; they whirled back toward her, tugging on her arms as they circled her joyously. “This is most frightening, Lord Grau. You ask of us great peril…you ask us to break down our last stronghold against the wrath of the Seven Deadly…”
Skare looked down at his hands where the Knows had touched him, bewildered to see his palms glowing where their dainty fingers had touched. He lifted his head to study the woman and her dancing flock, struck by the raw elegance of their movements, of the purity in their joy, despite the ominous fear in her eyes and voice. These carefree children were his gateway - that which would send him alongside Phir into the maw of the beast, to rescue wife and child in heroic flourish, to save the twin children of his own Prince. He couldn’t help but feel a burning at the base of his skull, a sort of poison numbness, a voice whispering he would not emerge this as living legend. He would lay down his life for all the souls captive by this being called the Prefect - his Eve remained huddled safely behind Phir’s protection, his Prince lay elegantly dead.
He looked up at the murky ash of the sky, feeling the burning feeling behind his eyes, his vision misting over.
Everett.
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