( to that he... nods his head. point. while licyn's been uninterested in the politics as a living thing, it's crept on over the weeks, impossible to ignore. )
Vataz's father.
( the stench of death wafts in, no fresher than the rests, then swirls around and dances ahead of them down this call, to the next. and the next. and the next shattered juncture, where ice and pain drip through as clearly as despair and resignation. )
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( to that he... nods his head. point. while licyn's been uninterested in the politics as a living thing, it's crept on over the weeks, impossible to ignore. )
Vataz's father.
( the stench of death wafts in, no fresher than the rests, then swirls around and dances ahead of them down this call, to the next. and the next. and the next shattered juncture, where ice and pain drip through as clearly as despair and resignation. )