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Things happen and when they do, it’s usually my job to make them stop. That’s the spirit of it, anyway. Not that I had particularly sound or fair judgement. I thought you had to really care about something before you could pass judgement on it, and so far I couldn’t’ve cared less about the things I could feel happening if my life depended on it. Unless it was dangerous. But it didn’t seem to be, not yet.
I watched people come from all over the place to meet the thing person that had ascended from the waves like a jigsaw puzzle of ocean shit that had been strewn all across the floor that had decided they wanted to be a horse instead. I was watching from my place in a shallow alcove in the face of a cliff, close enough to see faces but far enough to be rude about introductions. I wasn’t particularly moved to shift my ass either. Chico was laying down next to me, a huge warm lion-thing with is wing draped across my back, breathing deeply and evenly and doing a pretty good job of trying to persuade me into a nap, too. But shit was going down, though, so I had to fight that sleepy pull in the back of my eyes.
I wasn’t seeing a fight happening, though, and I didn’t feel one coming. I still watched, though, because Seaweed Sally was reminding me powerfully of the horses that had come from the Rifts that had plagued the land not too long ago. Or…shit, it’s been over a year already, hasn’t it? Jeez everything’s starting to run together.
Anyway, there was the suspicion in my breast that this guy was gonna shake things up, and what better place to do it than here, a region that had been shat out of the Rifts themselves? Would this place, with its unstable history, make it more prone for silly shit to go down? I dunno, maybe I was biased. Chico shifted against me and yawned right in my face, and I pinned my ears against the smell.
Anything happen?
Nah.
Hmm.
He flopped into a new position, still wound tight against my side. Lemme know.
Word.
"talk"
Roskuld and Chico are napping and creepin' in a small indention in a cliffside not too far from the gathering!
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