"Of an odd mood. I-- never particular kept t'the holiday, I w-was-- I hoped--" She runs her hand through her hair, and I haven't seen Glass this nervous around me in a long time.
"Iago-- there's something at the Tavern he's not telling me the way of.Not sure, exact, but Lannie thinks Verdi's going mad, and..."
I look at Glass for a moment.
"Should we sit down?" I say, and the kettle whistles. I fill the teapot, and we sit at the table, thin February light streaming in.
"Verdandi going mad?" I say, and it puts a chill through me. "And you think Iago knows of it and is holding it from you?" I can feel my skin crawling. I think something is wrong here, very wrong, and oh, why can't think town stay quiet for a few days at least? Must everything come down to hurt and madness?
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:08 pm (UTC)"Iago-- there's something at the Tavern he's not telling me the way of.Not sure, exact, but Lannie thinks Verdi's going mad, and..."
I look at Glass for a moment.
"Should we sit down?" I say, and the kettle whistles. I fill the teapot, and we sit at the table, thin February light streaming in.
"Verdandi going mad?" I say, and it puts a chill through me. "And you think Iago knows of it and is holding it from you?" I can feel my skin crawling. I think something is wrong here, very wrong, and oh, why can't think town stay quiet for a few days at least? Must everything come down to hurt and madness?