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Second Sun #28

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Silent minutes passed. Jibrith turned to face the speaker. He had recognised the grating voice, of course, but he was in no mood now to deal with someone who grieved for the stars when the sun rose and mourned the sun whenever the stars shone. Not now, not with Hevne and her warriors trusting their fate to the steel in their hands. No, Jibrith would have sought the confident spirit of youth or the hale welcomes of old drinking friends tonight. Alas, it was not to be.
Urqin miraged a smile. Jibrith didn't return it; but then, he didn't try.

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    Neville Hunt 4 months ago

    Urqin doesn’t sound like the kinda guy you’d want to spend too much time with... like any! Urqin’s lurkin’!

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    Drew Martyn 4 months ago

    Brilliant Neville, love it! Wonder if I can make that a title?

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    Neville Hunt 4 months ago

    Thanks Drew, but I’m just being daft, as usual!

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