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lederhosen) wrote2003-11-23 10:13 pm
lederhosen) wrote2003-11-23 10:13 pm
More snippet.
By unpopular demand...
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Calair slept uneasily and woke early to the sound of the muezzin wailing. Bramble and Thorn had rented lodgings in a local inn, and she had spent the night on their floor pillowed on her clothes. As the sunlight broke through the room's small window, she made out her two erstwhile allies tangled together in the bed, although she could not make out where one ended and the other began.
"Come on, it's time to go..."
A pale hand swept aside a long mass of black hair. "Too early... "
"Come on! Sithen, remember?"
"Oh... yes..." She - for it seemed to be a she, at least presently - slid out of the bed, kissing her partner and shaking the blonde awake. "Just let me get presentable. 'Prayer is better than sleep', what were they thinking?"
Calair shook her head in amazement. "Remind me, why are you two helping me anyway? Not that I'm ungrateful, you understand, but..."
Bramble-or-Thorn replied, her voice muffled as she pulled the heavy robe over her head. "Really, Calair! I thought you knew us that well, at least. Why do we ever do anything?"
*****
Calair slept uneasily and woke early to the sound of the muezzin wailing. Bramble and Thorn had rented lodgings in a local inn, and she had spent the night on their floor pillowed on her clothes. As the sunlight broke through the room's small window, she made out her two erstwhile allies tangled together in the bed, although she could not make out where one ended and the other began.
"Come on, it's time to go..."
A pale hand swept aside a long mass of black hair. "Too early... "
"Come on! Sithen, remember?"
"Oh... yes..." She - for it seemed to be a she, at least presently - slid out of the bed, kissing her partner and shaking the blonde awake. "Just let me get presentable. 'Prayer is better than sleep', what were they thinking?"
Calair shook her head in amazement. "Remind me, why are you two helping me anyway? Not that I'm ungrateful, you understand, but..."
Bramble-or-Thorn replied, her voice muffled as she pulled the heavy robe over her head. "Really, Calair! I thought you knew us that well, at least. Why do we ever do anything?"