09-29-2008, 11:55 AM
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indent The one thing about the Waste, Gabriel had found he had been right about, was that it was strategic. From where he was laying, half-asleep in the sun, he could see the majority of the northern border. He was worried about Faolin, who had once again seemed to vanish like a red ghost. Talitha was no better, and he half expected that the two of them had run off again. A shadow flickered over his face and he opened his eyes. Marlowe was circling around, as he often did, and following his route his eyes trailed down to the border, and to a bolt of red against the tall grass.
indent Puzzled, and unable to determine exactly what it was, Gabriel pushed himself up and made his way down the hill. As he neared, he realized the color was not fur, as he had hoped, but fabric. It belonged to a girl a little older then his own daughter, who seemed to be staring at the sky. “Are you all right?”
indent The one thing about the Waste, Gabriel had found he had been right about, was that it was strategic. From where he was laying, half-asleep in the sun, he could see the majority of the northern border. He was worried about Faolin, who had once again seemed to vanish like a red ghost. Talitha was no better, and he half expected that the two of them had run off again. A shadow flickered over his face and he opened his eyes. Marlowe was circling around, as he often did, and following his route his eyes trailed down to the border, and to a bolt of red against the tall grass.
indent Puzzled, and unable to determine exactly what it was, Gabriel pushed himself up and made his way down the hill. As he neared, he realized the color was not fur, as he had hoped, but fabric. It belonged to a girl a little older then his own daughter, who seemed to be staring at the sky. “Are you all right?”