11-03-2007, 02:03 PM
[html]
The thought had occurred to him initially. Corona’s voicing of his concerns made a dull, cold knot grow in his stomach. His gold-yellow eyes darkened slightly, growing cloudy with the terrible idea. “I don’t know,” he said quietly, filled with terrible dread. “I’ve seen it happen before. People go off to die.” He frowned, and fumbled with his hands, instinctively going for the bag that hung around his hip. The issue made him uncomfortable, and the smoke calmed his nerves.[/html]
Striking the match and lighting the drawn, hand rolled article, Gabriel took a breath and exhaled, left hand going up to scratch behind his right ear. “One of her kids is gone too. I don’t know if they left together or if she wandered off on her own.”