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01-27-2015, 03:24 PM
Midas His condolence is well received. I'd expected for a moment that Guacho might share further details on Silk, but the man was short on words and otherwise distracted. I didn't press the topic further, and he didn't offer anything more. A simple, but warm smile teased these dark lips up as he shifted to leave my home and finish what his patron lord demanded. There would be time for idle chatter later. Eventually we would meet without the pressing need of dictatorship weighing our words and actions. One day we would stand as brothers of the sand, absent the embellishment of titles. Because, before we ruled these lands, our lives had been humble -- placed low before other leaders. The world had moved on since then. Kri, my mentor and various others. What would she say if that stout lady could see the children of her home grown to run the world for all their worth? Would she be disappointed? The number of my days had been extended beyond comprehension. Perhaps I'd live to see Kri again, if she'd not already passed on. "Better get accustomed to death," the suddenness of her words and intention startles me into glancing back to a set of pools that bore into me with more wisdom than I'd ever seen upon them before. "We will see much of it." Tis truth, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it. "So says ye." I uttered shortly, Fina stiffened and clicked her beak, "So says ye also, if thee mind is still of value."  Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold |
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