Inle-roo
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- Posted: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 22:59:14 +0000
Ellis quietly fingered the little bottle of cold that had lived in his pocket since the day he had been informed not once, but twice that it was necessary to lug around if he wanted to live out the rest of his days in relative comfort and consciousness. He resented how good it felt, how addictive a drug it had become, and how much more power it gave Neva over him. His fingers tightened around it, talisman and burden both, as he walked down the street, shoulders hunched defensively. He wasn't sure where he was going, only that he needed to get up, get out and move.
His feet and Neva's quiet, subtle prodding had taken him towards the Pantheon, but he hadn't been there so many times as to recognize the way. Now that they were stronger, Neva wanted to seek out more of her kith and kin, reestablish old ties and form new ones, learn the current goings-on of the court--find out who would be useful to her, who best to avoid and who to treat with a modicum of respect.
His feet and Neva's quiet, subtle prodding had taken him towards the Pantheon, but he hadn't been there so many times as to recognize the way. Now that they were stronger, Neva wanted to seek out more of her kith and kin, reestablish old ties and form new ones, learn the current goings-on of the court--find out who would be useful to her, who best to avoid and who to treat with a modicum of respect.