by Alpha* » Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:54 pm
Morag is lost in thought, "Huh?" is asked as the door slams shut, then the conversation replays (courtasy of the host), "Oh.. food.. Do i eat?" that question is to himself. So much for being ever-watchful, ever dillegant. Blue eyes suddenly are full of focus and delight; "What did it mean?" he asks softly, half-turning back to the elf. "I mean, you leaving.." blood rushes to his borrowed cheeks though if it is from the angel or the other is undecided.. and.. maybe he shouldn't ask at all. He would never, ever, admit to talking to Max. And.. he can't get the Real question through his lips.
"MM, not a problem to me. " Says Max as he lays down with legs folded benieth him and leans against a thick old oak with a sigh. How long had it been since he'd run like this? Months. "There is some fresh bread, cheese, some meat and a few apples if you are hungry." but the centuar makes no move to get them out of those bags.
Ammonia nods, "I'm going to get some wood for a fire, cooling off like that - laying down - it'll just get you sick." then, she is gone.
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Silas jerks where he stands when some inner sence screams the nearness of Max and two he doesn't know. "Bailey?" he calls into the house as he stoops to pick up the wood he is carving and the knife that had fallen from suddenly, fleetingly numb fingers.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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