His face twisted slightly as she wobbled. If she fell, then he could hardly help her without exposing himself, at least from his current vantage point.
Frowning for a moment, Ishamael melted back into the shadows. The ceiling was now empty. The shadows flickered and distorted in the light. The slightest movement from a hanging glowbulb.
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Date: 2006-09-13 10:22 pm (UTC)Frowning for a moment, Ishamael melted back into the shadows. The ceiling was now empty. The shadows flickered and distorted in the light. The slightest movement from a hanging glowbulb.