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Nov. 3rd, 2006 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bannion_sightIt's almost true winter, even if it is only November. The dark branches of now-leafless trees are lined with the same snow that covers the ground, blanketing Toronto in a clean and shining white.
Here in Nathan Philips Square, however, lawyers and civil servants have much less appreciation for the pristine and icy beauty as they pick their way carefully over slippery sidewalks. City Hall at lunchtime is a busy place, as is the Mackenzie King Dining Room on the far side.
Here in Nathan Philips Square, however, lawyers and civil servants have much less appreciation for the pristine and icy beauty as they pick their way carefully over slippery sidewalks. City Hall at lunchtime is a busy place, as is the Mackenzie King Dining Room on the far side.
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:29 am (UTC)It's a little gruff, because he's feeling a little stupid. Of course, if Kim could send them back, she would have done it already.
He's only just now realized that part of him has been thinking that, you know, they'd be going back to Fionavar after he passed the bar exam.
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:30 am (UTC)"He won't," he says, quietly.
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:31 am (UTC)He knows Paul is probably smarter than him. He doesn't like having his face rubbed in it.
"Why?"
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:33 am (UTC)He's given this a fair amount of thought. He's had time to do it in, since they got back from Milliways.
"He set things in motion, but he's leaving it up to us now - us and some of the others."
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:36 am (UTC)"He put a thread in the loom," she murmurs, "but he won't weave this tapestry."
She exchanges a quick glance with Paul.
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:39 am (UTC)The frustration is clear in Dave's voice.
"He needs us - or at least Kim and Paul," he amends, although without much bitterness.
He's okay, now, without being all that special, when it comes to mystical burdens of power. He's fine with his axe. He likes his axe.
"Why won't he come for us?"
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:42 am (UTC)Because of Jennifer.
"He thinks we've suffered enough," he adds, finally. "He won't impose anymore."
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Date: 2006-11-04 08:48 am (UTC)Eventually Kevin clears his throat, and tries to get back to business.
"As I understand it, though, whatever happens in Fionavar is going to be reflected here and in the other worlds too, wherever they are. Isn't that true?"
Some part of him is still hoping the answer to that is 'no'.
It's a very small part, by now.
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Date: 2006-11-05 03:15 am (UTC)Simply said, and with a quiet weight of calm that is unusual for Kim save when treating patients-- but not at all unusual for the Seer of Brennin.
"It is true. Not immediately, perhaps-- but if Rakoth takes dominion in Fionavar, he takes dominion everywhere."
Each word is as clear as her bright gray gaze, which moves to each of them in turn.
"There is only one Tapestry."
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Date: 2006-11-05 03:21 am (UTC)"The four of us?"
He looks to Kim.
Surely someone has to have a better answer than that.
Surely.
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Date: 2006-11-05 03:45 am (UTC)It's a whisper, no louder than that, for Kim can't choke the words out past the tightness in her throat. She looks away from them down at her hands, at the ring on her finger, which blurs as hot tears fill her eyes.
"I just don't know. She-- she won't see you, any of you. She never goes out of the house. She talks to me about work and the weather, and the news, and she's-- she's--"
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Date: 2006-11-05 03:54 am (UTC)His tone is expressionless; and in his head, the memory a cheerful voice: Also there is a baby, I think. You should hold it, perhaps.
A cheerful voice, and a baby doll - plastic, charred and burned.
Consider it practice.
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Date: 2006-11-05 03:59 am (UTC)Golden she had been, from inside the sorrow.
Kevin will not forget that, not in all the days of his life.
Oh, Jen.
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Date: 2006-11-05 04:05 am (UTC)"She is."
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Date: 2006-11-05 04:07 am (UTC)"All right. It's my turn now."
Arrow of the God.