12-27-2007, 02:02 PM
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indent Ahren and Gabriel had very little physical characteristics in common. His son’s build was bulkier then his own, due to a lack of abuse (as far as he knew). While this was not to say Ahren was not healthy, he was lithe and short, and while Gabriel and he were around the same height, his son had weight on him. It helped, Ahren supposed, when one lived somewhere more permanent then random cities he could not recall or on the deck of a ship.
indent Her words made the red-eyed man start a little, made suddenly interested by the idea of the strange contraption. Glass blowing was unheard of in this part of the world. At least, in Bleeding Souls. The pipe she produced drew him like a moth to flame, and he studied it curiously. A stint in Amsterdam and other red light districts in the ragged parts of that old world explained what it was. He grinned boyishly. “What, the glass blowing or the smoking?”
indent Her words made the red-eyed man start a little, made suddenly interested by the idea of the strange contraption. Glass blowing was unheard of in this part of the world. At least, in Bleeding Souls. The pipe she produced drew him like a moth to flame, and he studied it curiously. A stint in Amsterdam and other red light districts in the ragged parts of that old world explained what it was. He grinned boyishly. “What, the glass blowing or the smoking?”