10-03-2009, 12:17 PM
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ooc-ness  Lysander allowed her to slip into silence, moving along without speech until they reached the first boat house. Going inside he merely looked over his shoulder to make sure the girl still followed and then began to rummage. Old boards and tools he didn’t know what they were, and then a stray nail here or there that he picked up and set aside in a neat pile, but he didn’t hit the jackpot. At least he was getting warmer. Once the boat house had been searched and he had only seven stray nails to his name he picked them up and reemerged, knowing that even if this boat house had already been raided for the nails he would come across more. The next building looked more promising, neater, unless perhaps it was only that the one who raided this was building hadn’t tore through it like a madman. And Asariel was still there. Despite his complete focus on the task at hand, she stuck with him. Sighing and smiling at the girl, for his heart softened to her quiet patience, he came closer to her, draping an arm about her shoulder. “So how have ya been girly?” And maybe he truly did want to know, she hadn’t answered him straight before, only commenting on her fruitless search for him. That hadn’t been all she had been doing the past few weeks, had it? |
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