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[Oct. 13th, 2006|04:27 pm] |
"...Roshaun, Filif, what are your plans?" Sker'ret asks, several of his eyes turning to point at each of them.
"I think I should return home," Filif said. "My people have few enough wizards that they will need all the ones they have. The Pullulus is holding steady there, but there's no telling whether it might not soon increase."
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She [Nita] let out a long breath and turned to Filif. "Fil," she said, and hugged him. His fronds tickled her back. "When you know that everything's safe at home, come on back and let us know. My dad likes having you in the garden."
"When I know," Filif said. He was as uncertain of the near future as Nita was, but he wasn't going to show it. He paused to look at Ronan. "Take care of him," Filif said. "He stood strong: He does not deserve to fall."
"We'll do what we can," Nita said.
The others crowded in close to say their good-byes. Finally Filif stood away from them. "Cousins," he said, "you're needed at home...and so am I. Till the journey brings us together again, dai stiho!"
"Dai," they all said, and Filif made his way to the gate that Sker'ret had programmed for him. He glided out onto the pad, all his berries alight, and a second later he flicked out of view.
[OOC: Most of the text taken verbatim from Wizards at War] |
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