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    Open That other Horizon

    Pfft. If there was a change to Jem's face, it wasn't visible through the back of his head. Clever people, and their clever ways. The door opened smoothly. Creak worked out by what a discerning nose could recognize for grease of both pork and elbow. The step to help get your foot onto the Wagon...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn never knew Gordar's mind. But she knew her own well enough. And this didn't sit right. The idea that she or the dwarf, or even the Elum as a whole were somehow owed truth. Because no one owed anyone anything – except what the Road demanded. But it was difficult to put to words without...
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    Open That other Horizon

    Jem didn't bother turning around. People often thought themselves clever – and sure, some were – but mostly it was all just added effort. Too much interaction simply made a man feel like old soap. Less left with each talk. Best to save energy for shit that needed washing. „I will come wake you...
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    Open That other Horizon

    That last question made Jem lose count of his steps. Recovery quick, but the rhythm was gone. „You talk a lot.“ Jem offered. „Must be why Vyn likes you.“ But he never answered the question. The Wagon before them was no different than the previous three they'd passed, but the shorter man had...
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    Private Rest

    Speech to sob to silence. And if a few teeth flashed and some hihi and haha came out, it didn't fool anyone. Vyn's thumb checked her own cheek in case there was leakage. Busy pretending there was something to do, as ring and finger crossed in question. Gordar shook his head slowly. Probably...
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    Private Rest

    She'd never expected so much to come out. Figured maybe they'd laugh a bit and she could sneak in a tailtickle...but a hornethouse wasn't a thing you could unkick. „Shit.“ But one wasn't enough. Her mind needed time to process. „Shit. Shit. Shit.“ Hand reached out towards Xen – a pat, a hug, a...
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    Private Rest

    Rough tap and crunch of stone at Xen's elbow, Gordar side. Used to be he'd tap you on the back – but it had been some years since joints had last properly jointed. But you couldn't count on old people to lighten the moment – or Vyn couldn't. „Crown's Hold, huh?“ Vyn edged in like memory. She...
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    Private pale remains

    The bony fingers withdrew from Vyn, leaving behind only a thin line of healing. Wound had already closed up, mark matching many others on that forearm – only this one was yet to fade. Eyes lacked most of their color, but the black and grey messes still looked to Vyn for permission. The small...
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    Private pale remains

    Touch accepted, Vyn's hand closed around the bird's. But who's gonna keep you safe? Because it wasn't gonna be Vyn. She was the trouble here. Suppose the one in trouble, too. But it was a slow burn – one that had been unraveling for years. If she was correct – it would be difficult to look at...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn winked at the other woman. Her drinking days were...deferred for the moment. „Oh... that one's for you, Xenovia.“ Gordar pulled out a smaller flask and struggled to open it. When it finally popped, it smelled like what they'd used as paintstripper back in Akkelon. „Audrin and I are full of...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn shrugged. Jem talked to her fine – or let her talk for them both. Same difference. They understood each other. Bowing did not go to plan, slight slope followed by pushing on the lower back to straighten back up. Messed it up some, but she doubted he noticed. Still, traditions mattered. And...
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    Private Rest

    Vyn's tail crept from within the fabric and blindly felt at the ground. Made sure to grab Xen's leg at least once by 'accident' before it picked up the bottle proper. Once the container was off the ground, it was a quick swing over to her lap. Didn't want a tailcramp to ruin her plunder. They'd...
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    Private slowbake

    The long road north found the time for Vyn and Frank to grow somewhat chummy. He was still rude to most other people, but they were getting there. At least he'd stopped calling the little ones bakerless. He lived on the windowsill of Vyn's Wagon now. Caught the sun for most of the day. Called...
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    Private Rest

    Xen huffed and puffed and...pulled it off. Not like Vyn really doubted the woman. But it was funny to see the strain. Used to be Xen could lug her around one handed. Not like she needed any other clear signs that she'd gotten big – they were already all around. In the squeak of the stool and...
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    Private Rest

    A good laugh at that. And a gentler touch at Xen's hand. Smacked her thighs with firm resolution: „Pride?“ Would've spat at the ground at that. But she was never very good at spitting. It would only get stringy and dangle down her chin. Kinda hard to make your point when you were all drooled...
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    Private pale remains

    But if that other thing had been Dove – then who was she talking to right now? Vyn wanted to ask so many things, but all of the words were sharp – and Dove'd been cut enough. It did spark a deeper question – if the other one truly wasn't trapped, why even try to keep her down. The friend in her...
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    Private Rest

    Scooted over slightly, like the wide field of grass was lacking seating for Xen. She could call that an ass joke that both did and didn't contain asses. Good story for the fire when the drinks were still tipped and people were on the way to tipsy. Nodded at the five, hint of suspicion in her...
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    Private Rest

    Like clockwork, her feet no longer wanted to do their jobs halfway up the pass. Vyn disliked how predictable this weakness was. How she knew it was coming every time and could do nothing to better prepare. You were simply meant to endure. And it wasn't in her nature to think that way. But she...
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    Private pale remains

    The flinch of calm that only ran skin deep. And here she was, rocks in the box. Puddle could only take so much before it was no longer there. „Back on that night where I wasn't me. And you almost frogot you.“ Seemed so distant now, as all bad memories did. She'd made a conscious effort to keep...
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    Private Rest

    „Your funny ass is in for a treat, then.“ Wasn't that good a joke, but fostering confidence was important. Everyone had to be a fuckup before they got to be a grownup. Much the same with skills. And whoever thought humor wasn't a skill... well, they were just shit at it. Dug into her robes and...
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