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taxonomites2013-07-18 05:19 pm
skinandbone) wrote in taxonomites2013-07-18 05:19 pm
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'Kind' isn't the same as 'wise', and Metody is extraordinarily conscious of this as she hesitantly approaches Nuada's airy home, aided by the wonders of her comm.
Somehow, she expected him to live in a towering castle on a grand estate, like a combination of Art Nouveau and Versailles. The warehouse comes as a surprise, but this is where his location beacon thing says he is.
She lingers at the end of the street, her desire to do the right thing warring with her instinct of self preservation, then sighs and trudges forward. She's already made up the care basket, and finding an organic market for the fruits and vegetables had cost her a f- a dang fortune. Obtaining the meat had been easier, but it was no less expensive, in the long run. It would be stupid to do all the work and then turn back now.
Metody lifts her hand, and gently taps at his front door. If there are gods here (but there aren't, because she'd sense them) and if they listened to her prayers this morning (of course they didn't), he will be soundly asleep and she can just leave the basket on the doorstep, and trust to the blue ice to keep the neatly wrapped packages of meat cold.
Somehow, she expected him to live in a towering castle on a grand estate, like a combination of Art Nouveau and Versailles. The warehouse comes as a surprise, but this is where his location beacon thing says he is.
She lingers at the end of the street, her desire to do the right thing warring with her instinct of self preservation, then sighs and trudges forward. She's already made up the care basket, and finding an organic market for the fruits and vegetables had cost her a f- a dang fortune. Obtaining the meat had been easier, but it was no less expensive, in the long run. It would be stupid to do all the work and then turn back now.
Metody lifts her hand, and gently taps at his front door. If there are gods here (but there aren't, because she'd sense them) and if they listened to her prayers this morning (of course they didn't), he will be soundly asleep and she can just leave the basket on the doorstep, and trust to the blue ice to keep the neatly wrapped packages of meat cold.