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creator_raven) wrote2007-02-04 10:26 pm
creator_raven) wrote2007-02-04 10:26 pm
OOM: In the Summer Country (Merriman and Will)
The Summer Country is most often a quiet place, and static in ways that Raven does not quite like.
They make him itch.
Also, times being what they are, it is not so well-balanced a land, either.
This is probably why Raven's arrival is not so secret a thing as he had intended, perhaps.
The Wild does not hide so well when the High Magic itself is ragged and tattered.
It is a pity.
They make him itch.
Also, times being what they are, it is not so well-balanced a land, either.
This is probably why Raven's arrival is not so secret a thing as he had intended, perhaps.
The Wild does not hide so well when the High Magic itself is ragged and tattered.
It is a pity.
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Will glances at him without surprise. (Which is not the same thing as without curiosity, or interest.)
"Hullo, Raven."
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"It is not so bad a place, this. Though it makes my head itch."
It's the static nature of being outside Time, really. It makes Raven twitchy.
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Will doesn't say that.
"No," he agrees instead, with a sidelong glance of some amusement.
Not so bad is rather an understatement, Will thinks, even in the current situation.
"Though you sound as if you hadn't entirely expected it to be."
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"I am, perhaps, not so fond of cages, so."
He wrinkles his nose, studying the sky.
"Also I am very bad at static."
Some things, it must be said, bear repeating.
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The sky is summer-blue, scattered with loose clouds.
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"That, I am thinking, is the very worst kind."
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"Sometimes," he agrees.
"And sometimes it isn't a cage at all."
"This place would be for you, I think. To stay. But not for the rest of us."
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Raven's smile is small and more than slightly amused.
"I am a thing that changes. This place is not. So."
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Will studies an apple tree for a moment: the gnarled trunk, the twisting branches and ripe round fruit against the sky.
In the back of his mind is always an awareness of the structure of this world and the webwork of spells holding it to itself, and now the static of Raven's presence fuzzing along the lines of power.
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"You see it, I think. Even now."
Beat.
"Or possibly feel is better, yes?"
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"Of course," he says after a moment.
"I could hardly not."
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"Not here, at the least. But it is why I do not think I will stay so very long."
Nor will he come back so very often.
It is not wise, and Raven is not always a fool.
Usually, but not always.
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"Why did you come?"
It's a simple question, not a challenge.
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"For visiting kin, yes?"
Beat.
"It is a thing people often do, I think."
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"Kin, is it?"
Cousin, Raven called Bran once, and none of them deny that there's some truth to it.
(Will has little homesickness here. Partly it's the nature of the place; partly it's that he knows this country, with Bran and Moiraine and all the Circle and more old friends besides, is only a pale shadow of the long Watch and the farewells to his own kin that will come in their own time.)
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"Yes. I am not often so fond of lying, so."
And it is, of course, not only Bran he means.
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That amusement is still there, and something deeper underneath.
"Not a bad reason at all."