"Slimy is a very accurate description, my love." Skellig adjusts his posture as they walk clear of the villa; once they have turned a corner and are out of earshot and view, he allows himself to relax just slightly.
"What should be done with these tablets?" He asks Kreyu. They are stored in a bag which Cylon had brought to the table by another slave.
Kirke is quiet, clutching her brother's hand tightly - she thought he was dead! And now they have been bought by this man and he has a talking cat! She is anxious, curious, and grateful all at the same time...
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Date: 2024-09-08 08:15 am (UTC)"What should be done with these tablets?" He asks Kreyu. They are stored in a bag which Cylon had brought to the table by another slave.
Kirke is quiet, clutching her brother's hand tightly - she thought he was dead! And now they have been bought by this man and he has a talking cat! She is anxious, curious, and grateful all at the same time...