One step forward and another. Bootheels click even though there's nothing for them to click on.
He bends, almost like a tree snapping in half with oddly slow and liquid grace -- and does anyone care? -- and plucks the compass from Patrick's hand like a mote from a kid's eye.
"Thankee-sai, little trailhand."
A wink at Patrick, and he straightens. "They call me plenty of things. And they say D is for many things. One more puzzle for you."
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Date: 2006-07-26 03:09 am (UTC)He bends, almost like a tree snapping in half with oddly slow and liquid grace -- and does anyone care? -- and plucks the compass from Patrick's hand like a mote from a kid's eye.
"Thankee-sai, little trailhand."
A wink at Patrick, and he straightens. "They call me plenty of things. And they say D is for many things. One more puzzle for you."