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[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

Who: Noric Pellaeon and Xavier Elder
Where: the Sacred City
When: Year 199 - 20?
What: The End

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Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

...

I like this one.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[okay, now I can't help laughing]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[mildly embarrassed]

It's your fault and you know it.

[opening the storecupboard, skimming the contents.]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Yes... [and he's pleased] I'm aware.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

I can take some for you as well.

[pulls out a hammer]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

I've read all of them anyway.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

Take one or you'll be miserable.

[hammer in bag, spare blanket in bag...]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[he hesitates before grabbing the Cetan Traveller's Tales]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[shuts the cupboard, straightening.]

Ready?

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

Yes.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

All right.

[walks back out the front door.]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[following]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[shuts the door behind them, going down the front steps and starting for the forest path.]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[takes a quick look at his house, his home, somber, before running after Noric]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[slowed down himself to look back, waiting for Xavier to catch up.]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

I'm coming, relax. No need to slow down.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

[he was looking at the house too, truth be told. but he nods, moving off again, setting a decent pace despite the limp.]

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

You need to get that treated. We won't make good time on it.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

I've already wrapped it. I'll manage.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

[frowns]

If you say so.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

It's actually much better than it was a few weeks ago.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

How very reassuring.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

I didn't have the luxury of a long healing period.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xistential.insanejournal.com]

I'm not judging you.

Re: [Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

[xceptional.insanejournal.com]

I know. I'll redo the bandages when we stop for the night.