wythersake: ([ dramatic back shot ])
blonde billy #2 ([personal profile] wythersake) wrote 2019-12-11 06:08 am (UTC)

what's time anyway

He has. Seen it — heard, rather —

The knife is sharp; the thunk of it dull against board — again: a peg and slate. Roots multiply, divide into thin discs, thinner. Preparations.

They're going to war. He's heard the news.

"And its absence." The primary discussions have stayed behind shut door. Must have, for the silence of the yards. It's another moment, two, before he stops cutting. Looks up. "Though that vouches we won't be disturbed."

Isaac won't. Silver, another matter. He's as certain that Commander Flint has thoughts, as he is that Commander Flint hasn't bothered to learn blonde from black (there are only so many mistakes that one may estimate to shock). It rankles; it shouldn't. He's done well to disappear here, and pride an unwelcome guest.

"I'm not a scholar," Sets the blade aside, wipes his hands upon cloth. "But neither is any child. Circle theory, vocabulary, comes later. A way to frame ideas that come less naturally."

Or the natural byproduct of sitting piss-bored in a tower.

"Feelings that come less naturally. Do you follow?"

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