It was so very odd, thought Joar Addam as he released saidin, that he should feel a stab of guilt for something so simple as helping his lady sleep after a long tiring day. Another thing to attribute to her time as Elan Morin’s prisoner.
And night, he realises, glancing out at the greying darkness outside. They had been up all night working on this latest venture. He had been absorbed, the details oddly reminding him of a piece of music he was writing, the intricacy...
It had been rather startling when Shelley suggested, slightly wild-eyed, that Elan Morin’s weakness was clearly hair products, and they should simply poison a cartload of non-frizz lotion and wintergreen mint toothpowder and parade it around the countryside as bait. She’d been drooping visibly against the couch, so with a gentle hand to her forehead, Joar had nudged her mind into sleep.
Sometimes he wondered if her tendency to be so flippant was her way of coping with the fear that he knows she still feels. Other times, he thought that his small wife was simply a little peculiar.
He carefully lifted her sleeping form – still so light, though he’d done his best to make sure she ate well – and carried her though to place her in bed. She mumbles something soft and incomprehensible before falling deeper asleep.
First drabblet of probably many
And night, he realises, glancing out at the greying darkness outside. They had been up all night working on this latest venture. He had been absorbed, the details oddly reminding him of a piece of music he was writing, the intricacy...
It had been rather startling when Shelley suggested, slightly wild-eyed, that Elan Morin’s weakness was clearly hair products, and they should simply poison a cartload of non-frizz lotion and wintergreen mint toothpowder and parade it around the countryside as bait. She’d been drooping visibly against the couch, so with a gentle hand to her forehead, Joar had nudged her mind into sleep.
Sometimes he wondered if her tendency to be so flippant was her way of coping with the fear that he knows she still feels. Other times, he thought that his small wife was simply a little peculiar.
He carefully lifted her sleeping form – still so light, though he’d done his best to make sure she ate well – and carried her though to place her in bed. She mumbles something soft and incomprehensible before falling deeper asleep.