the faith you prove

Ezekiel de le Poer · 03-21-2011, 06:58 PM

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A bond like chains locked Ezekiel and his family to Inferni. He accepted this because he had seen it so many times before—the Lykoi’s always returned, even after years of absence. His grandmother, his uncle, his sister, they had all come back. Even he, who had been capable of living and rising to greatness where he had come from, had returned to the Waste. Ezekiel would remain as long as he had a reason; in this case, it was his sister. Now, perhaps, these children would also bind him to Nova Scotia.

The woman’s laugh turned her young again. Yet the wariness returned almost as quickly, and reading it, Ezekiel’s eyes darkened. He said nothing as the two began to walk, simply adjusting to the feel of the horse under him. Despite being so large, the stallion was still green. Shifting his foot too far one way or another would earn a grunt or whinny of dissent, but he reassured the big male with soft words.

Alaine’s voice trailed back from ahead and Ezekiel looked up and found not only her face, but the owlish stare of Elijah peering out from his saddle-bag. The boy’s peculiar blue eyes were wide and open as ever. It was unsettling, but he did his best to focus on the woman’s face instead. “I didn’t tell him,” Ezekiel said flatly. “I’m sure Talitha ran off to do that.” He paused, ears turning back slightly.

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” the archer went on, shifting his weight on the horse. “I don’t think we’d find much use in fuzzballs,” he added pointedly, looking to Elijah with a semi-forced grin. The puppy, rather than find the bared teeth frightening, opened his own mouth and turned his head to a sharp angle. Ezekiel shook his head slightly and turned back to the thick mane of the stallion.

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