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Brother. Why are there so many clouds up?
Linove didnt respond. He didnt know the answer. He usually didnt know the answer to Shinas usually unanswerable questions, and what he usually did was make up his own answer. An answer that was probably complete tommyrot, as both of them half-knew (Linove because he was the one making up said tommyrot, and Shina because she was a remarkably thoughtful and perceptive child even at two springs), but an answer which was theirs and theirs alone. The elaborate, harmless little fibs he shared with her wove themselves into their own secret, dewy little web that entangled the world they were in, made it full of magic and moonshine and the benevolent touch of their Gods fingertips. And that mattered more to them than whether any of it was true or not.
Right now he was pretending to be asleep while his small mind worked over
i don't like the rain
The rain came down in sheets outside the window. Inside their room's dry warmth, Norsarion flicked his gaze up from the runic texts he was studying. Lovely storm were having, he remarked. This was his kind of weather.
Linove opened his eyes. He had been lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. His eyes opened when Norsarion spoke. 'God is crying,' he quoted softly, almost to himself.
Linove only smiled at him and closed his eyes again. I dont like the rain, he said after a moment.
"You don't?" Norsarion frowned. You always struck me as the type of person who would like any sort of weather.
I used to be.
Norsa looked at him. It was silent, save for Her soft whispering.
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
... ... ...
I loved her. How could I no
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