Warlords, ( she repeats, closing her hand into a fist - not the right, bearing the shard, but the left. How far she's gone to come back to the same pl--
No.
It's different.
It's different, now. Everything looks like a nail to a hammer, and all backsides look much the same from below. Melys is nothing if not below, in that respect. The thought is not a criticism - if she didn't always know better, she's learned - but a reminder. A reminder that she should still be smiling, that small, warm smile that gives nothing away -
Her locket feels heavy around her neck. Marius would know what to do, but Marius is the hammer with only one damned solution so - )
You paint quite the picture, ( she settles on. ) I should be glad enough of not walking, a while.
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No.
It's different.
It's different, now. Everything looks like a nail to a hammer, and all backsides look much the same from below. Melys is nothing if not below, in that respect. The thought is not a criticism - if she didn't always know better, she's learned - but a reminder. A reminder that she should still be smiling, that small, warm smile that gives nothing away -
Her locket feels heavy around her neck. Marius would know what to do, but Marius is the hammer with only one damned solution so - )
You paint quite the picture, ( she settles on. ) I should be glad enough of not walking, a while.