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Long since has the other’s company become a constant – a numbed nerve that has whittled to the occasional glare. Never was Jahliqai content with him, but little reason he had to bear his fangs that the other already knew were there – ready to sink should the need arise. Thus, this is what becomes of them: a lion and mouse, though, Jahliqai would regard himself a wolf were he honest with his nature (what courage he had was faceted).
So when he appears, he hardly lifts his gaze (a flicker – the slight regard that doesn’t last–) as he sits by the fireside. How ironic, that they trail back to Coerthas once more after many moons.
“ ...We’ve been here before, “ the prod of firewood – flames groaning at the motion, “ though, I recall a different face. “ A sullen bite – the distaste for dead puppets.
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