11-24-2008, 01:43 PM
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indent He had found Anselm, and his cousin had admitted he had to leave. There were pressing issues, he said, pressing things he had to deal with. Gabriel had not questioned him, and taken him as far as he could. Then he had turned back, walking alone. At least, he had been alone until his winged shadow found him. Even though Talitha had only been gone a few weeks, Marlowe presented them in a theatrical performance in which he nearly died several times, and starved the whole way. Gabriel took these stories with a grain of salt, and he conversed with the raven as he walked back towards Inferni, playfully mocking his stories.
indent A cigarette was burning in his right hand, occasionally lifting to his mouth. It had been a few days since he had last smoked, but the familiar burn comforted him. Things were going to be all right. Anselm was gone, but his daughter was here. His daughter was here and his companion, his spy, his gossamer-winged recon was back. They were invincible as long as they had Marlowe, and secretly, Gabriel though the bird knew this.
indent Suddenly, a familiar scent bled out over the smoke, and Gabriel stopped. His eyes narrowed and he trailed the area, looking for its source. That was his son, all right. A warning caw from the raven on his shoulder suggested he look up, and it was here that Gabriel spotted a lanky golden-red youth. As Talitha looked like her father, Gabriel saw Faolin in his son.
“Hey kid,” he called up, grinning like a fool.
“Isn’t it a little cold to be climbing trees?”
indent He had found Anselm, and his cousin had admitted he had to leave. There were pressing issues, he said, pressing things he had to deal with. Gabriel had not questioned him, and taken him as far as he could. Then he had turned back, walking alone. At least, he had been alone until his winged shadow found him. Even though Talitha had only been gone a few weeks, Marlowe presented them in a theatrical performance in which he nearly died several times, and starved the whole way. Gabriel took these stories with a grain of salt, and he conversed with the raven as he walked back towards Inferni, playfully mocking his stories.
indent A cigarette was burning in his right hand, occasionally lifting to his mouth. It had been a few days since he had last smoked, but the familiar burn comforted him. Things were going to be all right. Anselm was gone, but his daughter was here. His daughter was here and his companion, his spy, his gossamer-winged recon was back. They were invincible as long as they had Marlowe, and secretly, Gabriel though the bird knew this.
indent Suddenly, a familiar scent bled out over the smoke, and Gabriel stopped. His eyes narrowed and he trailed the area, looking for its source. That was his son, all right. A warning caw from the raven on his shoulder suggested he look up, and it was here that Gabriel spotted a lanky golden-red youth. As Talitha looked like her father, Gabriel saw Faolin in his son.
“Hey kid,” he called up, grinning like a fool.
“Isn’t it a little cold to be climbing trees?”