Lives On the Line Where Dreams Are Found and Lost

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The River's Edge
Early Afternoon, Sunday 20 September

I left the school house this morning, telling Kaeli that I would be over to the park once I finish mending the Wilson's wagon axle. How Mrs. Wilson managed to nearly crack it in two is beyond me. The work is almost finished, so I step outside into the cool autumn air and look out over the river. Work has slowed of late. I have still stayed rather busy, however, thanks to Sid's misfortune of having a strength of which he is not fully conscious.

I take a deep breath and smile a little. It is quiet. Something on the outskirts of town has been very loud at night, howling murder and rage into the sky. I can only imagine that it is either a god or some other creature-- a were-beast or something equally as base and unclean-- has moved close to Excolo.

Looking down the bank along the water, I see Laurence sitting on a tree stump. He seems to be staring at the river, but the longer I look at him, the more I realize it is not the river that has his focus. Rather, his focus is far more internal. Quietly, I walk over to him and smile a little more. It has been quite sometime since we last spoke.

"Brother," I say softly in greeting.

[OPEN to Laurence]

Lives On the Line Where Dreams Are Found and Lost

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The River's Edge
Early Afternoon, Sunday 20 September

I left the school house this morning, telling Kaeli that I would be over to the park once I finish mending the Wilson's wagon axle. How Mrs. Wilson managed to nearly crack it in two is beyond me. The work is almost finished, so I step outside into the cool autumn air and look out over the river. Work has slowed of late. I have still stayed rather busy, however, thanks to Sid's misfortune of having a strength of which he is not fully conscious.

I take a deep breath and smile a little. It is quiet. Something on the outskirts of town has been very loud at night, howling murder and rage into the sky. I can only imagine that it is either a god or some other creature-- a were-beast or something equally as base and unclean-- has moved close to Excolo.

Looking down the bank along the water, I see Laurence sitting on a tree stump. He seems to be staring at the river, but the longer I look at him, the more I realize it is not the river that has his focus. Rather, his focus is far more internal. Quietly, I walk over to him and smile a little more. It has been quite sometime since we last spoke.

"Brother," I say softly in greeting.

[OPEN to Laurence]

There's Got to Be More...More to This Than That

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In the trees; West of the Abbey
Night, Sunday 20 September

Howls. In the night. In the dark. In the woods.

The horror and blood and anger that rides the winds of those cries are unmistakable. I know that pain. That sense that everything has fallen apart and nothing is as it should be. A god is out there. A god that has lost lost lost something and gone it's gone. Never to be his again. I know that.

I could've brought something with me. A sword. A shield. Millar. But I leave her sleeping in Éire. Too dangerous to let loose anymore. She has not tasted blood in centuries and it should stay that way.

No no no. Should I find him. Should I see him. Hands alone will be sufficient. I'm not here to kill him. No. Nor even to calm him. No. I'm here to test my luck. Good. Bad. Equal.

Equal.

I hear something near me and my lips pull back from my teeth. Sort of a smile, but the kind of smile that a shadow would give. My eyes twinkle in the starlight.

And I wait.

[OPEN to Lilith]

[CLOSED]

There's Got to Be More...More to This Than That

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In the trees; West of the Abbey
Night, Sunday 20 September

Howls. In the night. In the dark. In the woods.

The horror and blood and anger that rides the winds of those cries are unmistakable. I know that pain. That sense that everything has fallen apart and nothing is as it should be. A god is out there. A god that has lost lost lost something and gone it's gone. Never to be his again. I know that.

I could've brought something with me. A sword. A shield. Millar. But I leave her sleeping in Éire. Too dangerous to let loose anymore. She has not tasted blood in centuries and it should stay that way.

No no no. Should I find him. Should I see him. Hands alone will be sufficient. I'm not here to kill him. No. Nor even to calm him. No. I'm here to test my luck. Good. Bad. Equal.

Equal.

I hear something near me and my lips pull back from my teeth. Sort of a smile, but the kind of smile that a shadow would give. My eyes twinkle in the starlight.

And I wait.

[OPEN to Lilith]

[CLOSED]