08-12-2008, 07:54 PM
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Did Ahren, whom had loved Matinee as he had life, like to think she had gone on to a better place? No. He hoped she had disappeared into the ruins where all her people went, the under bowels of some rat hole that swallowed gypsies and actors whole. If she had never come back, he would have been all too happy to let her vanish. Someone else could have her, and someone else could take over the responsibility for the harpy.
Ahren shut his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, but it had hit a strange tempo. His heart seemed out of pace. Laruku was speaking and he barely heard the voice. Then three little worlds went to change the world and he nearly jolted. One more sent his blood on fire. Scrambling to his feet, Ahren staggered to the door and made his way outside to the burning sun.
Did Ahren, whom had loved Matinee as he had life, like to think she had gone on to a better place? No. He hoped she had disappeared into the ruins where all her people went, the under bowels of some rat hole that swallowed gypsies and actors whole. If she had never come back, he would have been all too happy to let her vanish. Someone else could have her, and someone else could take over the responsibility for the harpy.
Ahren shut his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, but it had hit a strange tempo. His heart seemed out of pace. Laruku was speaking and he barely heard the voice. Then three little worlds went to change the world and he nearly jolted. One more sent his blood on fire. Scrambling to his feet, Ahren staggered to the door and made his way outside to the burning sun.