There's a soft sound like a dog sneezing, and I turn and see a wolf just standing there looking at us. My hand is still on my sword, and I'll use it if I need to. He's a young wolf; I think I could take him if I have to. But he just looks at us.
"Oh no. He's not mine. He belongs to himself. Only I belong to me. Hello, boy. Do you want to drink? The water won't mind. It's safe to drink the water, you know. You look sad too. Are you sad?"
"A little heartsick, miss, from weariness," I say. I look at her thoughtfully. "You can fly," I say. "Have you ever flown near the tower? Do you know what it is like?"
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Date: 2011-03-14 09:43 am (UTC)"Oh no. He's not mine. He belongs to himself. Only I belong to me. Hello, boy. Do you want to drink? The water won't mind. It's safe to drink the water, you know. You look sad too. Are you sad?"
"A little heartsick, miss, from weariness," I say. I look at her thoughtfully. "You can fly," I say. "Have you ever flown near the tower? Do you know what it is like?"