Heavy is the head..
Monday, June 2, 2008
8:28 PM

"What of The Sea?" he asked, leaning back into the layers of thick animal fur to regard the woman across from him.
"She has been reassigned. I do not know when she will return." Savana did not recline, though she appeared to the bare eye, relaxed. Calm even, despite the erect posture taken upon the pelts. Her unusual stillness broken now and then to draw upon the rolled bidi, exhaling a thin stream of grey that lifted wraith-like toward the den's ceiling.
"Someone else, is taking her place then?" He pressed, leaning forward to rest his arms against the edge of the table, nearly knocking over the half drunk cup of kalda that perched precariously. "Who?"
Savana tsk'd, the chastisement however lacked offense, and all amounts of mockery instead. She lowered her hand, flicking the accumulating ash into the well in the table, "You know better than to ask me these things."
"Our agreement still stands, does it not?" Leaning back again, he took the cup with him and finished off the dregs of the foul brew. Savana reached for her own drink, downing the contents, and perching the bidi betwixt her lips, she began to lift from the table with as much serpentesque fluidity as the smoke that rose from the embered end of her herbal cigarette. Plucking it from her mouth with one hand, the other reached for the bandolier that laid cross-wise upon the table and shouldered it, "I have taken coin, Mordred."
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