Wednesday, 26 December 2012
06:07:32 PM (GMT)
Again, the God closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, steadily fading from sight
outside her door. This had to stop. Soon, and he knew it. But could he really
manage it? Pheron knew that he had two clear choices:
1. Dreamwalk for one last time, and kill Adela for good, or
2. Give up both Lyre and Adela, and leave forever.
It was a decision he had been toying with for too long already. Both Miriam and
Épiren had an opinion (but when didn't they?) and they didn't quite seem to
understand his dilemma.
He had, by now, spent nigh on three months starring in Lyre's dreams, befriending
(falling for) Adela and he was still no closer to an answer. He was starting to
think that maybe Lyre was just lucky with dreams, although he doubted whether his
sisters would agree.
He dropped with an uncomfortable thud on a tartan blanket and scrambled up- Usually
he interrupted some epic battle or chase scene- but the only sound was a surprisingly
gentle and relaxed laugh. Pheron looked down, puzzled, as his gaze settled on
"Why are you wearing a dress?" He asked, one eyebrow raised. "Is this a /picnic/?!"
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