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tampered2008-08-16 04:06 pm
silk_for_calde) wrote in tampered2008-08-16 04:06 pm
Log; complete
When; Friday, 15 August
Rating; PG?
Characters; Patera Silk [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silk_for_calde]; Harry Dresden [dresden4hire]; open to anyone living with Harry I guess? ^^;
Summary; Harry has offered Silk a place to live. Silk will probably talk a lot and confuse people without trying to.
Log;
His ankle was beginning to bother him again, and he quietly admonished himself for not tending to it sooner. Walking had been no problem when he'd had Doctor Crane's marvelous bandage, and certainly the break was nearly healed-- again, by virtue of that rare device-- but a sharp twinge reminded him, when he stepped the wrong way, that it was not entirely whole yet. Had it really been but a matter of days, since he'd leaped from Hyacinth's window? And here he was, not in Viron, not even Limna, but in this City of another whorl. With people who'd never heard of Pas or the Outsider, who had no manteions; people he could barely understand, at times, though their language was (basically) nearly Vironese.
Finding Harry Dresden's building had been simple enough, thanks to the map he'd viewed in the glass. The City was not like Viron; it was taller, busier, not as run-down (though it was unfair to judge all of Viron by the state of his own quarter, perhaps.) He was too fascinated to feel homesick.
He took a deep breath before knocking, trying to regain some semblance of his usual, professional composure. He'd learned, years ago, that an augur must always seem comfortable, in control... Even in the face of spirits and theophanies, recalcitrant sacrificial victims and obstinate children. Silk ran a hand through his hair, accomplishing nothing, and straightened the loose red tunic. Deciding he was, under the circumstances, as presentable as he was going to become, he rapped on the door.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Patera Silk [
silk_for_calde]; Harry Dresden [dresden4hire]; open to anyone living with Harry I guess? ^^;Summary; Harry has offered Silk a place to live. Silk will probably talk a lot and confuse people without trying to.
Log;
His ankle was beginning to bother him again, and he quietly admonished himself for not tending to it sooner. Walking had been no problem when he'd had Doctor Crane's marvelous bandage, and certainly the break was nearly healed-- again, by virtue of that rare device-- but a sharp twinge reminded him, when he stepped the wrong way, that it was not entirely whole yet. Had it really been but a matter of days, since he'd leaped from Hyacinth's window? And here he was, not in Viron, not even Limna, but in this City of another whorl. With people who'd never heard of Pas or the Outsider, who had no manteions; people he could barely understand, at times, though their language was (basically) nearly Vironese.
Finding Harry Dresden's building had been simple enough, thanks to the map he'd viewed in the glass. The City was not like Viron; it was taller, busier, not as run-down (though it was unfair to judge all of Viron by the state of his own quarter, perhaps.) He was too fascinated to feel homesick.
He took a deep breath before knocking, trying to regain some semblance of his usual, professional composure. He'd learned, years ago, that an augur must always seem comfortable, in control... Even in the face of spirits and theophanies, recalcitrant sacrificial victims and obstinate children. Silk ran a hand through his hair, accomplishing nothing, and straightened the loose red tunic. Deciding he was, under the circumstances, as presentable as he was going to become, he rapped on the door.