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gods_that_haunt_me) wrote2015-03-15 03:21 am
gods_that_haunt_me) wrote2015-03-15 03:21 am
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test drive / milliways
A tall, lanky man, seemingly made up entirely of long lines and angles, wanders into the bar through the back door.
He's been out all day, exploring the forest. Listening to the trees.
(They were quite talkative.)
The waitrats scatter as he crosses the room. They probably don't like the hatchet tucked into his belt. Or the knife. Or the sword.
He snickers at their fright. He's harmless! Really!
(No, he isn't.)
"Lady Bar, a cup of mead, if you please," he says in Old Norse. A horn cup appears, and he takes a swig.
He's been out all day, exploring the forest. Listening to the trees.
(They were quite talkative.)
The waitrats scatter as he crosses the room. They probably don't like the hatchet tucked into his belt. Or the knife. Or the sword.
He snickers at their fright. He's harmless! Really!
(No, he isn't.)
"Lady Bar, a cup of mead, if you please," he says in Old Norse. A horn cup appears, and he takes a swig.
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"I only lured you back to where you ought to be."
He crouches down near the fireplace, watching the flames, and the fish that seem to dance within them.
"What has you so pensive?" he asks without looking at him.