In a dark wood, just after a dark time
Feb. 26th, 2012 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The forest is briefly lit by an explosion of brilliant white, that terrible glow limning the edges of three darker figures linked hand to hand to hand.
It vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared, though the three figures remain.
In the wake of such an aberrant arrival, the Wolflord spends the first minute or so scanning the surrounding area, first for damage, and then for the imminent arrival of any of the more troublesome of Pendaran's creatures.
Only when all the details have been ascertained will he speak.
It vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared, though the three figures remain.
In the wake of such an aberrant arrival, the Wolflord spends the first minute or so scanning the surrounding area, first for damage, and then for the imminent arrival of any of the more troublesome of Pendaran's creatures.
Only when all the details have been ascertained will he speak.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:32 am (UTC)"What is it?" Low.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:39 am (UTC)And then her face lights up with hope, and she scrambles awkwardly to her feet beside him.
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:42 am (UTC)One corner of his mouth quirks up even as he reaches out toward River's wrist.
"However unexpected that may have been, mere moments ago."
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Date: 2012-03-06 03:52 am (UTC)"You can get us out?" You can get us home?
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Date: 2012-03-06 04:03 am (UTC)Her excitement is tempered a little -- just because Milliways is back doesn't say anything about what shape it's in -- but not a lot. Milliways is back, it's there, and that's more than she thought to hope for.
(Sometimes a thing gets broke, it can be fixed.)
"Got the door," she says, and she's still beaming. "It reopens."
She reaches for her brother, the old urging come on, come on look on her face.
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Date: 2012-03-06 04:11 am (UTC)(Sometimes the rescue comes in the nick of time. Sometimes it happens a little while later.
Sometimes things really do work out.)
(time to go)
Simon's fingers close on River's.
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Date: 2012-03-06 04:12 am (UTC)And then they are gone.
Though the rustling of Pendaran's leaves remains.
It will take some small time for that to fade.
Ah, well.