“Reed will turn up again, she always does,” Rog said, stretching as he came down the stairs and positioned himself close enough to the fire to feel its warmth. He was looking at Kira with unashamed curiosity, and more than a little interest. The warrior did not appear to notice him overly much, concerned as she was with the women still clinging to her.
“Come here,” Ayla said, gesturing to Atrocious and Rogette. “Let Kira come close to the fire. She is soaked.”
“I have no need of warmth,” Kira said. “But you two ladies,” she looked down at Atrocious and Rogette. “You are beginning to shiver just from being near me. Perhaps we will go to the fire.”
She carefully lifted Atrocious and Rogette, one in each arm and carried them toward the blaze. Crispin and Rog looked on in silence. They seemed to sense that what was taking place was of great importance to the elderly women, and did not open their mouths to interfere in the moment.
Settling next to the fire, the disparity in time’s vicious onslaught was more obvious than ever. Both Atrocious and Rogette bore wrinkles upon wrinkles, skin hanging down off faces elongated by the passing of seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into lifetimes. But Kira’s face was almost untouched. Her skin was taut, if scarred, only a few fine lines here and there to mark the passage of her youth.
“How are you still so young?” Rogette asked the question with a sort of wistful jealousy, huddling close to Kira’s side.
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Rain pelted the cobblestones outside, a backdrop of dashing water which made the figure loom larger than life and darker than death. For a long moment, nobody moved. Nobody so much as breathed.
The figure extended an arm and pushed the door shut. The moment the door hit the jamb, the fire blazed high again, casting a merry glow throughout the room. The figure lifted its hand and pushed back the hood that cast its features in shadow. The wet fabric fell back to reveal a scarred, but still handsome face. It was a woman with dark eyes, and darker hair coiled about her head. A strong woman. A brave woman. A legend.
This is old, but I’d never seen it before, so I’m gonna post it here on the off-chance you haven’t seen it either. This lady is rocking it, in one of the more British things I’ve seen in a while. (Not British as in tea and crumpets, British as in there are almost no shadows because, yes, it’s overcast again, and there are tubby Staffy mix dogs trotting down the street.) Continue reading
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Oh yeah, and there’s a new installment to read too
“I don’t think that Reed has much of a sense of humor,” Rogette said, dealing the cards fresh.
“She’s up to something,” Atrocious said. “I can feel it in my bones.”
“Reed does not take anything lying down,” Crispin agreed. “And she is very protective of her friends. She will not accept interference from the widow…” Crispin’s eyes flicked toward Ayla, “… or anyone else, for that matter.”