02-18-2009, 12:57 PM
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  She could remember a few things. The sound of snow in the north, where it had fallen for days upon days. She remembered her family, and she remembered what they had once been. She remembered the others, but there were so many that she must have forgotten. She remembered the fire. That terrible day had set in motion a force that had found itself nearly unstoppable. If it took her until the end of days, she was going to find that— A peculiar and oddly familiar scent tore her from her thoughts. Aurèle sat up, and her eyes trailed the source. He looked content, but through this she saw something else—indeed, something she could not touch. Not yet. But she recognized it. “I doubt that,” she said rather flatly. “Aside from you, I’ve run into nothing but mouthy children.” She paused, studying his face and his eyes with an intensity that was reflected in her face. “Something is different with you, chum.” Unwittingly, she slipped into her childhood slang. |