walksindeath: (Looking up)
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The faint light from the Charter Stones seems to turn everything to muted grey and gold from behind Sabriel's half-closed eyes. It is warm here in the centre of the reservoir, slowly melting away the chill from crossing the water earlier. She lies still in the bottom of the boat so as not to jar her leg; it still hurts, but by now in a healthier, sorer way as the spells drain away the inflammation and infection, bolstered by the strength of the Charter stones above.

The stones are always comforting, although sometimes if she thinks too deeply, she wonders if the darker traces on the rock under the flow of charter marks are Touchstone's blood, from the many months he had spent mending them. And then she remembers coming down here the first time, into the horror of black water broken stones and oncoming Dead.

Maudlin thoughts, and probably feverish.

She closes her eyes all the way, and wills the Charter to heal her faster. There's so little time for anything, these days.

Date: 2010-03-24 11:38 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (hiding)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
Sam undid the straps and felt quite sick since he knew he has to tell them now.

Inside there was an oilskin-wrapped package that he slid out slowly as his fingers felt cold and clumsy and his eyes felt blurry.

Date: 2010-03-31 02:23 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
Scowling Touchstone said,"Except for when I caught that salmon last year."

Date: 2010-04-07 10:20 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (not here)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
Sam nodded, not even opening the package, he could feel the weight and power of the seven Charter-spelled bells of an Abhorsen.

Date: 2010-04-18 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"Aren't you going to open it?"

Date: 2010-04-18 02:59 am (UTC)
makesthings: (in waiting)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"Later."

Sam could hear his voice sounding almost like a croak and tried for a smile that he knew didn't work.

His mother's eyes were on him, but he couldn't look at her, he kept thinking about Kait asking him why he did something he hated.

He still didn't have any other answer than there was no one else so he'd somehow learn to use the bells.

Date: 2010-04-18 10:00 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (his father's son)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
He nodded as his confession dried up in his mouth, he was the only one with the birthright, the book and the bells.

He would just have to be braver and read it, not matter how much it terrified him. Since he had to do this, there was no one else.

Finally he looked up to look his mother in the eyes sounding as sure of himself as he could manage,

"I'll do my best."

Date: 2010-04-25 08:17 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (have to fight)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"But I'm not..."

The words rushed out before he could stop himself, she shouldn't trust so much in him,

"I'm not ready. I haven't finished the book, I mean and--"

Date: 2010-05-01 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"What about the missing Southerlings?" asks Ellimere, with a look that speaks volumes about her confidence in Sam. "Nine hundred Dead are a major threat."

Date: 2010-05-04 10:35 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (little awkward)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"But--" Sam began to say.

Date: 2010-05-05 09:58 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (his father's son)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"Yes," said Sam.

Somehow he found the breath for that word and it was full of relief. He could probably take care of the Lesser Dead with Charter Magic alone.

His resolution to be a proper Abhorsen hadn't completely gotten rid of his fear and his fingers were cold where they touched the wrapped-up bells.

Date: 2010-05-07 03:40 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
Not noticing the uneasiness in his son, Touchstone turned to other matters. "Now," He said, "I wonder if you have any insights into dealing with the Ancelstierrans, you two, from your schooling there. This Corolini for instance, the leaser of the Our Country Party. Could he be from the Old Kingdom himself, do you think?"

Date: 2010-05-21 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"After my time," says Ellie, who has been a whole year out of school and has a tendency to consider her Ancelstierre days as ancient history.

Date: 2010-05-21 01:51 am (UTC)
makesthings: (little awkward)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"I don't know," replied Sam,

"He was in the newspapers a lot before I left, but they never mentioned where he came from. My friend Nicholas might know, and he would be able to help, I think. His uncle is the Chief Minister, Edward Sayre, you know. Nick is coming to visit next month, but you should be able to catch him before he leaves."

Sam can't help but smile when he thinks of Nick, he makes things exciting.

Date: 2010-05-22 06:32 pm (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
Touchstone stops himself from looking surprised. "He's coming here?" he asked. He remembered Nick from the hospital after the necromancer's attack. ""I'm surprised they'll let him. I don't think the Army has issued a permit in years, apart from that lot of refugees---and that was a political show. The Army didn't have a choice."

Of course, Nick did have connections.

Date: 2010-05-22 06:40 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (easy smile)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"Nick can be very persuasive," said Sam, think of various scrapes Nick had talked him into at school---and less often, out of the blame afterwards.

"I asked Ellimere to seal a visa for him, for our side."

The thought of Nick coming has made the past few months slightly more bearable.

Date: 2010-05-28 01:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"I sent it ages ago," she says with a snide glance at Sam. "Some of us are efficient, you know."

Date: 2010-05-30 03:54 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"Good," said Touchstone. "It will be a useful connection, and important for one of Ancelstierre's ruling families to see that we do not invent the stories they hear about the Kingdom. I'll also make sure the Barhedrin Guard Post provides an escort from the Wall. It wouldn't help negotiations if we lose the Cheif Minster's nephew."

Though, privately Touchstone thought that the ruling families could have a Wild Magic creature dropped in their laps and ask for tea and they still wouldn't believe it.

Date: 2010-06-02 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"What are we negotiating with?" she asks "I mean, down in Corvere they like to pretend that we don't even exist." She makes a bit of a face. "I was always having to convince stuck-up city girls that I wasn't making the Kingdom up."

It was something she got very, very good at...but it was also very, very tiring.

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