That wasn’t entirely definitive, especially with the decentralized storage of phylacteries. Perhaps if he wrote an inquiry to the Circle in Starkhaven? … No, better not.
But hadn’t she gone back to the Circle, after all that? Which hardly made any sense.
Tell me about my sister. All concerns about security and babies fled his mind at once. Tiberius crossed his arms over his chest, gaze skimming over Lyric. One similar feature to the next. Narrow, sharpish nose. Fine, flyaway hair. A smile that showed rather a lot of teeth – only Lyric wasn’t smiling now. She was intent, expectant. Predator’s gaze – some kind of test.
Ironically, it made her look more like Mel than ever.
“I’d rather cut myself open, to be perfectly honest.” Knife across the belly, glistening ropey mess, something to dissect with that same scholar’s tone as before. But no, that was too shocking even for him. He let part of his attention drift horsewards, shuffling emotions like skipping rocks. If Lyric had been eight, Melodie had been ten or thereabouts? All that time away and a long journey back, even longer than the one he’d been on for six years now.
“I went to visit her last night. To say goodbye, since I’ll never step foot in this country again.” He left that hanging in the air, brow creased. He couldn’t mention the monster in human skin or its blasphemous offer.
“I only knew her for a year but she was splendid. Smart, independent, ruthless — and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion. Mel always saw a straight line to what she wanted. No doubt at all. I wanted that for myself.
“And she wanted a way out of your father’s house, more than anything. That we got along? A happy surprise, I think. We would have been married this spring but she took ill. It was very sudden.”
But hadn’t she gone back to the Circle, after all that? Which hardly made any sense.
Tell me about my sister. All concerns about security and babies fled his mind at once. Tiberius crossed his arms over his chest, gaze skimming over Lyric. One similar feature to the next. Narrow, sharpish nose. Fine, flyaway hair. A smile that showed rather a lot of teeth – only Lyric wasn’t smiling now. She was intent, expectant. Predator’s gaze – some kind of test.
Ironically, it made her look more like Mel than ever.
“I’d rather cut myself open, to be perfectly honest.” Knife across the belly, glistening ropey mess, something to dissect with that same scholar’s tone as before. But no, that was too shocking even for him. He let part of his attention drift horsewards, shuffling emotions like skipping rocks. If Lyric had been eight, Melodie had been ten or thereabouts? All that time away and a long journey back, even longer than the one he’d been on for six years now.
“I went to visit her last night. To say goodbye, since I’ll never step foot in this country again.” He left that hanging in the air, brow creased. He couldn’t mention the monster in human skin or its blasphemous offer.
“I only knew her for a year but she was splendid. Smart, independent, ruthless — and I mean that in the most complimentary fashion. Mel always saw a straight line to what she wanted. No doubt at all. I wanted that for myself.
“And she wanted a way out of your father’s house, more than anything. That we got along? A happy surprise, I think. We would have been married this spring but she took ill. It was very sudden.”
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