08-06-2008, 02:06 PM
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Laruku really had no interest in sticking around but felt obligated to continue answering her questions, at least as long as they remained relatively benign.
Well, what do you do with all your time?he asked. He had carried the alphaship for two and a half years. Before that, he had spent all his time finding food in the drought. And before that? What did he do with all his time? Pick fights with strangers, most likely. He had read a lot, he recalled, and those had been the days that he had still spent with music. In one sense or another, those were all the things he was slowly returning to. He was reading more again, but a piano still eluded him. The hybrid still hadn't ventured enough into the strange city to know where anything was.
Laruku really had no interest in sticking around but felt obligated to continue answering her questions, at least as long as they remained relatively benign.
Everything,he said of the future contents of his blank little book. It was a half-truth. He would write about Clouded Tears, which hardly encompassed "everything," but the coyotewolf was not writing an autobiography or a journal by any means, and as such, there were plenty unpleasant details that would thusly be omitted.