01-05-2008, 01:19 PM
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indent She just kept talking. Ahren had the urge to shush her, to tell her to be quiet, to get to the point. It was unlike him to be so rash, and he bit down, jaw tensing. He should have been elated that she had found her family that a little lost girl had come home, but there was no one here for her. Roman was gone. Kaelyn was gone. Misery was more phantom then real. Poe was in no position to care for a child. Naniko…well, she’d probably be thrilled.
indent And still, she kept talking. “No,” he said loudly, almost in a snap. Realizing the mistake, he spoke quickly, covering himself. “No, no you’re not. I’m Ahren de le Poer…though some of my children are cousins of yours.” Some. Not all. He felt something heavy begin to pulse in his skull. “Roman isn’t here. I don’t know where he is. Naniko is in Clouded Tears. So is Misery. Poe’s a loner so you’d be hard pressed to find her.”
indent And still, she kept talking. “No,” he said loudly, almost in a snap. Realizing the mistake, he spoke quickly, covering himself. “No, no you’re not. I’m Ahren de le Poer…though some of my children are cousins of yours.” Some. Not all. He felt something heavy begin to pulse in his skull. “Roman isn’t here. I don’t know where he is. Naniko is in Clouded Tears. So is Misery. Poe’s a loner so you’d be hard pressed to find her.”