And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw.
***
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw.
***
Raymond did not recognize her for who she was or what she had done in the past and in other lands. He did not wonder why Avdotya was unwilling to help rescue the regimes. The available options were too few to dwell on: either she didn't want to free them, or she couldn't.
He allowed her to reply without interruption. One can learn much from the free-flowing thoughts of an individual on a tear, and she seemed appropriately enthused by her own position. As much energy as Calliope and the others poured into shifting a blockage not meant to be moved, she put into the bludgeoning venom of her words - and he could respect that. Passion was important, however rarely people were to find kindred spirits. Passion kept Raymond moving forward when it would have been far easier to sit still, to go to seed in the shady occupation to which his own defiant actions had predisposed him. Passion set Avdotya's eyes alight - but what of the quality of the kindling?
The dark mare's words had no effect on his smile. His tail swayed slowly like the pendulum on a grandfather clock, counting out time as a matter of habit rather than a measure of haste. Like a grandfather clock, Raymond had time, and when Avdotya finished speaking he offered her its measure in a brief but palpable silence. Then,
"Oh, it's not that at all," he replied, tilting his head with his brow knowingly furrowed. "It's just that, at first glance, I never would have pegged you as a fan of slavery."
These words came as jovially and shamelessly as the first. There was a certain cavalier attitude about the way he said it, an unshakeable confidence that however deeply she read an accusation into his conversational tone he was no more frightened of her bite than he was of the sunrise.
He liked to live dangerously.
He allowed her to reply without interruption. One can learn much from the free-flowing thoughts of an individual on a tear, and she seemed appropriately enthused by her own position. As much energy as Calliope and the others poured into shifting a blockage not meant to be moved, she put into the bludgeoning venom of her words - and he could respect that. Passion was important, however rarely people were to find kindred spirits. Passion kept Raymond moving forward when it would have been far easier to sit still, to go to seed in the shady occupation to which his own defiant actions had predisposed him. Passion set Avdotya's eyes alight - but what of the quality of the kindling?
The dark mare's words had no effect on his smile. His tail swayed slowly like the pendulum on a grandfather clock, counting out time as a matter of habit rather than a measure of haste. Like a grandfather clock, Raymond had time, and when Avdotya finished speaking he offered her its measure in a brief but palpable silence. Then,
"Oh, it's not that at all," he replied, tilting his head with his brow knowingly furrowed. "It's just that, at first glance, I never would have pegged you as a fan of slavery."
These words came as jovially and shamelessly as the first. There was a certain cavalier attitude about the way he said it, an unshakeable confidence that however deeply she read an accusation into his conversational tone he was no more frightened of her bite than he was of the sunrise.
He liked to live dangerously.
***
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
@Avdotya
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