07-17-2008, 11:51 AM
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Her name was all he really needed; it was like a key that unlocked the very specific memories tied to it. It wasn't much, just a day at the river and her father's worried visit, but he knew who she was now, more than she probably wanted.
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Her name was all he really needed; it was like a key that unlocked the very specific memories tied to it. It wasn't much, just a day at the river and her father's worried visit, but he knew who she was now, more than she probably wanted.
You're one of Iskata's kids,he concluded with a nod,
The one that ran off.It wasn't an accusation as much as it was a statement, and the hybrid didn't think much about the possibility of offending the girl. Everyone ran off chasing someone else or something intangible. In her case, it seemed to have been DaVinci, though that was more Phoenix's guess than his own. He shrugged, not bothering to ask what had been said about him and whether it had been good or bad.
Firefly's not a bad name,he added, leaning against the storefront. In any case, it was not any more or less strange than any other name he'd heard. People named their children after gods and demons, after dead and forgotten relatives, after things they loved, things they hated, mundane things, extraordinary things; in the end, it was just a word to call someone by with only as much meaning as you gave it yourself.