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 Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 2:29 pm
“Oh, nothing really. It should be nothing…” Hollysong said dismissively just a little too quickly to sound unconcerned.
It wasn’t that important really. So why did he have that nagging feeling on the back of his mind? He was well aware that little details could destroy nights of careful planning but the fact that Willow had one of Drywood’s test subjects as a companion was hardly significant… right?
“Well, Drywood, I guess I’ll take my leave now. I don’t want to get in the way of your work any more than necessary. My chirop will come to see you soon. You can’t miss it. It looks like you and me with brightly dyed wings.” The older sentinel chuckled as he remembered the artisan who had that “bright” idea. “If you have any questions you pass them along through the little creature. Well, dear friend, until we meet again.” And a few moments later, the older Sentinel was exiting Drywood’s home and flying away in the distance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 2:34 am
It seemed that Hollysong didn't want to talk about his work, after all, and Drywood couldn't really be said to be sad to see him go. He felt heavy all over, as if his feathers suddenly were made of wood, and not really in the mood for more conversation.
He nodded and smiled and saw the Storyteller to the door. Probably managed to say something about keeping a close lookout for the messenger Chirop, but as soon as Hollysong was out of sight, the Apothecary completely deflated and his face fell.
Questions. He had questions, all right, but it was unlikely that he would forward them to Hollysong. The Storyteller had approved of him, and now he felt even more reluctant to appear stupid or troublesome in front of the older bird.
He sat still for a long time, listening to the night, looking at the brighter, uneven shape of his hollow's exit, and thinking of everything and nothing at once. When Tails came home from hunting about an hour later, she found her Master slumped on the soft sleeping pile and immediately knew that something was wrong. As she curled in around him, he stirred, blinked and seemed to come back to himself. He turned his head to look at her and lifted his wings to cover her scaly body.
"Oh Tails, my dear," he sighed. "I think your Master is in big trouble now."
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