http://elephantgadget.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] elephantgadget.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-04-28 06:05 pm
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The Gig: Thursday [4-28-11]

Helen was working dilligently in the stables, head down and quiet. A balled up letter was lying on the table by her backpack and being studiously ignored.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-04-29 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hallo The Gig!" James called out on approach.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-01 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. This was different. "What is it?" he asked, coming to a dead halt, looking around for anything lurking in the shadows.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Are they here?" he asked, plotting the quickest route to where his sword lay.

If James were better acquainted with Kulgan, the court magician and once-tutor of Pug, who was counted as one of the most powerful magicians in two worlds, he would ask the elder mage to write back. If he were aware of the note.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
He relaxed and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He nodded at the paper. "That?" he asked, putting everything into the single word.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you're not," he said, reaching for her. "It's a gift of the gods."

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's okay, they can't find you here," he murmured as he squeezed her tight.

And if these so-called Priests could find her here, they would see how resourceful he could be with the power of two worlds behind him.


[wooorktimes!]

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"They would find a very cold welcome," he promised.

It was jus a few years ago that he was thrown out of the only home he knew. He landed well. Helen appeared to land well, too.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I miss mine," he said, after a moment. He gave her another squeeze.

At least Helen's mother was alive, possibly.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-03 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He absently rubbed her back. "You're safe, and wanted here," he stated.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," he whispered back. "For everything."

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
"We are," he agreed. "Best across three worlds, I wager."

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"We should investigate and see," he said with a wink.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, we might have to eat," he teased. "I'm not fond of oats and hay. Perhaps venturing out to the town is in order?"

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a bad habit to go without eating," he chided lightly.

Worse habit to not have anything to eat.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-04 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," he insisted, giving her another squeeze.

[identity profile] squire-hand.livejournal.com 2011-05-05 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," he said. "My treat."