 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 35 "What happened?" An odd question after what I've just done. Taking his breath just as he had done mine and not returning it. "Something wicked thats what. Or were you expecting that all along?" Sometimes, its hard to swallow someones words and keep them down in your throat and let them sleep. They just pop out for no reason. But it was a part of me who wanted to know to, not just the old hag. "What?" There he goes playing dumb as usual. He's still in a squint. Says it hurts, everywhere. "Then maybe we should just go back, go back there or to the waterfall for that matter." Any place is better than here. We have such little food. Soup from roots, leaves and bark can only take you so far. Especially, when you'd rather barf than eat it. "No, no, I never want to go there again." All he's wanted to do is just soak in the make shift tub. Its as if he's got gills now. Something is strange about him. He doesn't seem back to normal. Only, I'm not sure what normal is to him. "Bloody right, they'll kill you. They just kept you for a gift this time for that old hag. That old hag I might add who was beautiful at one time until you did whatever it was that you did to her." I could see her gentle eyes peering at me even now as I said it. Yes, its all his fault. "I wish not to remember that." He's all droggy still. "There was a time I shifted more, much more than now and was many things." "You shouldn't wish so much, or you'll forget what it was to begin with. I'm surprised my mother liked you at all. You were probably a begger of some kind and she just felt sorry for you." I know what he is now. Perfectly. A liar. A bloody liar I have here who's got this connection I can hardly cope with. And a bum at that. Lazy bum on his bum. I'm mad with fear, perhaps. Bitter too, why'd I have to taste that old hag's past?
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