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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Mysound. Makesound, clawrock. "Shhh, thas' fikken flogging talk. Gimme. Ahhh… Hey, Kem, you hear that?" Fikken kaina sergeant sneaking around again. Quick, under the fikken bush with it, Akinas." Blondprey freeze, hide rottengrapesmellbad. Hehehehe. Mysound, turnrock. Blondprey stand, standstiff, pace-pace. Sneak… closeclose. Standquietquiet, openmouth. "Akinas, I don't think that was the sergeant. Sounded more like an animal. God, what's that fikkensmell ? Like rotten horsemeat…" Hehehehehe. Fearsweatsmell. "Shit, it's dark." Stepstepstep, rear, hisssssssshriek!Grabblondprey. Stomachgrabripctoth. Screamscreamsfunfunfunfun. Gutpull-outtuAsttwist . Hehehehe. Tastegood.Yum. Dodgespear, pullgutlonglonglonglong . "Help me, Akinas, don'tnooooooooooo —" "Sergeant! It's got fikken Kemmas, the demon's got Kemmas! Oh, kaina marugh miniren, it's got Kemmas! Sergeant?Sergeant ?" Yum. Muzzteinbitelungstwistpullslurp. Blondpreyherd muchnoise. Go, sneaksneak. Hehehehe. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Burp. Megan lay awake. No matter; Sova would wake her up anyway, either by coming to bed in good time, or bynot coming to bed in good time. Past midnight, the faint cool brightness of the moon touched her tent-wall; shortly after came the sound of a greeting meow from the ridgepole, and the Thane-girl trying to hiss silently, "Shh! Shut up you stupid animal you'll wake the dead not to mentionznymata ." "It's all right, Sovee, I'm awake," Megan whispered. "How was your evening?" The girl sat in the opening to pull off her boots. "Oh, good." Megan could hear her smile. "Hook, in." The wing-cat dropped onto the girl's knee with a brief flutter of wings, hopped inside and curled comfortably in the center of Sova's bedding, beginning a tick-tocking purr. "And yours,zhymata ?" she said, as she pulled off her clothes and slid down under the blankets, shoving an annoyed wing-cat off from underneath.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "Not bad. I spent some of the evening thinking about you." Megan turned on her side, propping her head on her elbow. The half open tent-flap let in the night breeze with the odor of drowned fires, canvas and tramped grass. "Uh-huh. C'mere, Hook." A long smooth arm pulled the more-or-less compliant cat, still purring, under it, and stroked the folded wings. Wanting to talk as much as she wants latrine duty. Megan signed. "Is there anything bothering you, Sovee?" "No. I mean yes, well… I mean no, aside from how can't there be whenkhyd-hird's missing?" "I just thought you seemed disinclined to talk to me much, and I wondered, that's all." "Sorry,zhymata . No, nothing's bugging me. She'll come back. I mean, if she died, wouldn't you be able to… tell? Withmanrauq ?" "Not necessarily. Mymanrauq isn't that shape; we all shared minds on the ice last year only because of someone else'smanrauq . Sometimes it comes back, in extreme emotion; sometimes it doesn't. And she might be too far away." The girl said nothing to that. There was nothing for Megan to do but respect her right to keep her own counsel. "Koru hear you." Megan lay still with her eyes closed, but even though she was dog-tired, sleep wouldn't come. The moon brightened; wind rustled the leaves of a nearby copse, and someone in the next tent over tossed and murmured. Her mind ran in circles; she was too tired to stop it. "Zhymata," came a tiny whisper, after a long while. "You're still awake, aren't you?" "Yes." The words had been pitched not to rouse her, were she asleep.If she was planning to sneak out … "How could you tell?" "Right after you fall asleep, you usually have the twitches for a while. Like, I should sayas if something inside you was having a fight. But now you're lying still. You're worried aboutkhyd-hird , aren't you?" "Yes." It was true enough.Worried about whether she can do it, and in time … "I'm sure she'll be all right and come back because she's too tough to get killed and Koru help her and I'd never mean her when I said this, but… some people who go missing are never found, are they?" "Some, yes." "So their family never know whether they're dead or alive, do they?" "It happens." The girl was silent for a time, hard in thought. "That would be really terrible," she said finally. "I'd rather know for sure she were dead than never know what happened," Megan said. She knew both. Mourning is black, for a time. Uncertainty is grey-black, forever .
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