"He did do it, didn't he," she says, her heart at a remove from her voice. "To Vale. He ate her."
"He did," I say. There. The truth of it, like stones in my hand. Silent a moment and feed a heavier twig to the fire, one slowly drying in its heat. "And Eris as well. He asked-- Saw me angry and thought he'd been too greedy. Asked if I wanted the meat of them as well." Snapping off other fragments of wood and setting them 'round the slow kindle of the fire, near enough t'dry. Nod agreement as she lays out not seeing them yet, Lucien nor Westin, and really need to'go see Lucien, for the blood set into my mouth...
"Do you think Mr Donner could have done that?" Kate says, and pull myself back t'the talk at hand, to Julian.
Think on it a moment and shake my head. "No," though I wish it was otherwise. "There was too much of him left. I think-- way he spoke of it, he w-was--" Cover my hand with my mouth for a moment.
"Was out one night and found a girl from the Carnival sleepwalking by the Pontarlier, took her home," I say low and fast. "She had him walk me back t'town, small courtesy. Talked a little the way, herbs and cooking, jugging meat." Hands too tight around the piece of wood and set it down. "Kate, he thanked me for the recipe."
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Date: 2010-09-06 04:26 pm (UTC)"He did," I say. There. The truth of it, like stones in my hand. Silent a moment and feed a heavier twig to the fire, one slowly drying in its heat. "And Eris as well. He asked-- Saw me angry and thought he'd been too greedy. Asked if I wanted the meat of them as well." Snapping off other fragments of wood and setting them 'round the slow kindle of the fire, near enough t'dry. Nod agreement as she lays out not seeing them yet, Lucien nor Westin, and really need to'go see Lucien, for the blood set into my mouth...
"Do you think Mr Donner could have done that?" Kate says, and pull myself back t'the talk at hand, to Julian.
Think on it a moment and shake my head. "No," though I wish it was otherwise. "There was too much of him left. I think-- way he spoke of it, he w-was--" Cover my hand with my mouth for a moment.
"Was out one night and found a girl from the Carnival sleepwalking by the Pontarlier, took her home," I say low and fast. "She had him walk me back t'town, small courtesy. Talked a little the way, herbs and cooking, jugging meat." Hands too tight around the piece of wood and set it down. "Kate, he thanked me for the recipe."