mogget_cat: (human!relaxed)
Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner ([personal profile] mogget_cat) wrote 2006-12-11 06:31 pm (UTC)

Yrael calls aloud the Words of Power for the next gate, and it opens for them just as the great wave crashes upon it, heard but unseen in the Precinct they had just left.

"I want grilled salmon with lemon and a glass of milk to go with it," he laughs as they slow from their run.

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