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ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] catherding) wrote in [community profile] westwhere 2023-10-20 07:27 pm (UTC)

With what

( But then, there is no time for quarrel, and the girl seems even less likely to become armed than Hector. In the grand scheme of things, he still possesses some modicum of advantage, even bereft of a finger. Gritting his teeth, he nods once. )

Buy me time. I know it's frightening. But wait until he's near.

( It'll give Hector the precious fraction of a minute to... pick up a wheat sack, or rescue a trowel. Anything, as he dashes past the woman, making his way behind walls of sacks and waiting for the thudding, rattling pace of the madman, who plunges towards his former location.

All the gods he's never believed in favour him. It isn't a shovel or wheat he stumbles upon, in a feverish search, fingers blunting on wood and catching splinters. It's — stone. Hard, honest rocks beneath the hey, diligently unburied — previously set to support the balance of the wheat sacks and divide them.

From a distance, he looks the woman in the eye, hoping she catches his cue. Now. )

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