Charlia wrote:Free Empire of the Low Isles wrote:
Later! Later... Coilin responded, frowning. Let's get this control room thing over with, and then we can communicate as much as possible as you hunt down those two intruders. And hopefully kill them in... wonderful ways.
Right. Right, she thought firmly.
Focus on the operation at hand.
All thoughts on the target...
Her running became smoother, easier. She was more smoke on the breeze than a human being, now. A shadow at midnight.
A raven of death.
Beautiful... Coilin thought to himself, blinking. He tried to keep up, but fell back to the end of the group, his arms becoming tired.
Morrigan , teachtaire an bháis , feicim eitilt tú , eitilt chun do misean ... Agus ar chúis éigin , is dóigh liom pian . Brón . Brón . Is oth liom ... nach bhfuil tú ag teacht go dtí mé ... he thought, slowing even more, watching her and suddenly waxing poetic.
He wasn't attracted, certainly. She was his friend.
Pawn. She was his pawn.
Right?





