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    Private Wind in the Woods

    Vyn watched him pace. That was good. Trying to make it his again. Made it all seem normal. And it wasn't – but not like that was a secret. „Eh, fiend enough.“ Because she wasn't in the business of explaining the Pale. Barely understood them herself. Maybe she was starting to. But the knowing...
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    Open That other Horizon

    „Here we tell stories of 'em“ She still remembered the last rite. „Burn their bones and paint them in a new name.“ Because to the Elum, that made sense. „The name you start with sometimes doesn't fit the person we say goodbye to.“ Didn't say how many still left to die on their own terms. How...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Vyn held onto the image of a desiccated Jem far longer than it was polite. Imagined him hacking and then trying to be smooth about it. Both for Dove and his pride. But what Dove said got more attention. That anyone could choose not to eat everything available was a strange thought. There were...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Her face grew less convinced with every word Dove spoke. A waning moon? What did that even mean? There were eight of them. Some nights even Vyn couldn't figure out what it was she was seeing. And she was supposed to trust Dove's haunting to some random guy who talked of waning moons. Didn't sit...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Vyn remembered the newcomers. Considered them harmless for the most part. Wasn't sure if she liked them messing with Dove's head. But if Jem said it wasn't doing much, she trusted it. Because he was her blindspot. Whatever he said was surely for the best. There was no reason to overworry. The...
  6. V

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Vyn did her best not to show fear. Still felt every bit of it. Because she knew what haunted meant. Her ghosts had been her own choice. Her own fault. Didn't make any of it sit better. As if consent was a spell that made everything alright. No. Not how the world worked. She didn't like the idea...
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    Open That other Horizon

    She got quiet for a moment. Because she remembered trying to get a Pale drunk once. Well, half the night anyway. Wasn't sure if they counted as dead, but they sure as Wagonwood could drink the living under the table. Learned not to try again. Funny thing to say, but not a story she could tell...
  8. V

    Private There won't be a third

    It wasn't a Vyn way to do it, but she could appreciate Jhimara's effort. Mouthfart and all. Her levity made Jem's shoulder seem lighter. And that was all she cared about. She'd never asked Jem why he left. Maybe that was her own weakness. Her own fear. Or perhaps there simply wasn't a need to...
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    Open That other Horizon

    So he was ticklish. An important bit to remember if they were ever trapped in too serious a moment. The rest of it, though – wasn't a joke. Flattery quickly turned to confession, and Vyn wasn't a wasted ear. She'd remember. Because even the act of telling told her something. „That his wish?“...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    She could always see when something was off with Dove. Never pressed, though. She had once seen how flighty the creature got and had no desire to repeat the experience. So Vyn listened and pretend not to see. The customers all became much more fascinating. Business of bits and bobs told like a...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Well whatever it was, it peeled the bird away. And she'd learned not to ask. There was something deeply hidden about Dove that Vyn had yet to understand. Perhaps never would. So she didn't bog herself down with thoughts that couldn't be untangled – not today anyway. Left the pack there. And if...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Feathers up. Eyes pink. The tiny creature embraced Vyn despite the Roadstink. She had learned not to flinch at it. Sometimes still wondered if she was wrong not to. But here they were. „Had I known you'd turn to wrangle ghosts and slander...“ The smile broke her face as her fingers poked Dove's...
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    Open That other Horizon

    „Well thank Ghanga for that“ That was the sailor one, right? Hard to keep all the stories straight after a long enough time. Each retelling fractured them into something new and equally interesting. This made the Elum great at parties, and considerably less impressive on the witness stand...
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    Private let the winds take 'em

    Nothing quite like watching something grow. Whether it was that one tomato you nurtured in your windowsill or a proper person – it brought about joy to witness people changing into their better selves. Kinda proved the world to be a brighter place, if for a moment. And it never held long. But...
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    Open That other Horizon

    The anchor shook and she held on for dear life. Sometime she thought if she grabbed people as hard as she meant, they'd crumple like unsent letters – but no, still here. Touch confirmed it. „Careful, sailor.“ Voice rolling down the collarbone. „Might believe we did something well yet.“ Him...
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    Private Wind in the Woods

    She thought him a knight and got ahead of herself. Or maybe it was just her life that was so fucking strange. Either way, Vyn felt silly. The Pale was starting to talk in memories she didn't want taken. Troubling. They were getting their own ideas, it seemed. But she didn't have time to wallow...
  17. V

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    Vyn wiped her face and got up. Time to test the Myrtle’s palette. If it made Jem talk more – well, happy accidents. He had been around a long time. Vyn wasn’t sure if she properly remembered a time before Jem. Faces blurred and names bled together. Smudges where people should be. Bah – must be...
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    Open That other Horizon

    Huffed at that, she did. Beautiful ghost, eh? She liked that. That was a very Elum way to speak. To see her. „Keep all of it. Of me.“ Couldn't manage a smile, but could kiss him on the shoulder. „Even the mess. I know what forgetting does.“ Cause she'd done it. Let faces slip. Names rot...
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    Open That other Horizon

    „Remember me, eh?“ She laughed into his neck. „Damn right. Someone ought to.“ But that was his name. And softer, then: „And how will you remember me?“ Excited and afraid both. Because one day they'd be telling her story too. She hoped it would be a good one.
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    Open That other Horizon

    In truth, Vyn liked being held. It was a nice change. Despite the failure it signified. And if the scaffold shook a little, that was alright. Watched his hand travel the length of her arm, questioning. Ah, yes – the cut. She had scored her flesh so many times that it barely registered without...
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