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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:39 pm
"Have patience," he advised. "It will come to you in time."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:46 pm
Because no one's told me to do that before. "Pft." Azkadeliah huffed as she started for home again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:49 pm
"I remember my first composition," Jazz recounted trotting beside her. "I was just a baby and so proud of myself. Though when I attempted to play it I distinctly remember my grandfather's face of supreme pain..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:56 pm
Azkadeliah looked over at him. "You're a musician?" she asked, disbelieving.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:15 pm
"Among other things." He smiled and asked, "Is that so hard to believe?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:24 pm
"I just . . . you don't look like the musician type," Azkadeliah stuttered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:28 pm
"Oh?" he tilted his head curiously. "What type do I look like?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:32 pm
"I don't know." Azkadeliah blushed. The "I'm going to follow you home to make sure you don't light the forest on fire or turn anyone else into a bug" kind. She couldn't exactly say that, though, could she? No.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:34 pm
"I see," he said nodding.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:38 pm
She didn't like how he said that. "You really don't have to follow me, you know," she said, deciding now would be a good time to run away.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:43 pm
"I am honor bound to protect you," he said without hesitation. The words simply flowed in his voice, as if they were the most natural thing in the world. Tonight certainly was a night of curiosities...
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:47 pm
Azkadeliah blinked at him. "Fine, but if my mother turns you to tin for stalking me, it's your own fault." Boys were strange.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:51 pm
"Turns me to tin?" he questioned arching an eyebrow.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 6:59 pm
"My mother is the Wicked Witch of the West. Or, well, she. That's what they called her in Oz." Azkadeliah stopped talking. "She wasn't really wicked," she said after a second. "They just thought she was because she stood up for what she believed in." Why was she telling him this anyway? Why should she trust her family history with a complete stranger? It was weird. For some reason, even though Azkadeliah didn't like being babysat, she did trust this strange man following her home.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 7:04 pm
"She must be a very courageous woman," Jazz said as they walked.
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