Andarin: The Mountains: Is that a raincoat? --

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“ Death is the only god that comes when you call. ”
- Roger Zelazny

About Severus?

Her nose wrinkles a bit. But, she supposes, this would have to come someday – natural curiosity, ulterior motives, she doesn’t know neither care. His is a name often in her thoughts; about what she can… has… will do, will have to do.

Or, perhaps… perhaps…

Ah, if only.

He is your father, she states the obvious, staring somewhere to the left of her daughter’s shoulder. He is a shadow. He isn’t very brave. He seems to have a chronic dislike of violence. He has an indecent amount of espionage talent, which is sort of a turn on. He sparkles, cue a snort here. He has a shard, which is one piece of the stone that gives us powers. It reacts badly with the relic, and she gestures vaguely in what could be interpreted to encompass the silver chain around her neck and its pendant. They cancel each other out. It gives him powers, but it requires blood to operate. The blood of slaves.

She’d never seen the appeal in the shards; but she had never seen its evil, either. Even with Andürien’s memories – it just… didn’t fit.

Funny that.

It’s what gave you your water, y’know. The shard itself.

A rather special gift, she thinks.

Pity she’s got to do something about it.

Ah well. He was good while it lasted – which wasn’t a lot.

And now I have to kill him, she says in an afterthought.

Sigh.

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.