03-03-2008, 03:01 AM
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For Jajuka. Dated 2.27.08
indent Two days after meeting the young man from Storm with the horse, Ahren was sitting on a bridge. He wasn’t sure when the pack had built this, but it was something he hadn’t really taken notice of before. To say he was sitting on the bridge was a bit of a misconstruction—he was, really, sitting on the railing of the bridge. Both arms were resting on his legs, the left holding a cigarette, the right turning a coin over in his fingers. Someone had once told him about how men used to wish on these worthless pieces of metal, throwing them into water. He couldn’t understand the concept. There were a lot of things, though, he supposed he didn’t understand. Quietly, he took a drag on the cigarette, shifted his feet on the cold wood under them, and sighed.
indent Two days after meeting the young man from Storm with the horse, Ahren was sitting on a bridge. He wasn’t sure when the pack had built this, but it was something he hadn’t really taken notice of before. To say he was sitting on the bridge was a bit of a misconstruction—he was, really, sitting on the railing of the bridge. Both arms were resting on his legs, the left holding a cigarette, the right turning a coin over in his fingers. Someone had once told him about how men used to wish on these worthless pieces of metal, throwing them into water. He couldn’t understand the concept. There were a lot of things, though, he supposed he didn’t understand. Quietly, he took a drag on the cigarette, shifted his feet on the cold wood under them, and sighed.