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I smiled. It was good to see that Damascus had more good old friends, older than myself. I would have to get to know this Sevy, when the moment was ...

I opened my eyes, and lowered the glass of water onto the nearest surface, more heavily than was necessary. Not out of any irritation, just sheer weariness. "Jamesh, I can't ...

I didn't really know how to comment upon James' situation, beyond an impressed "Huh." I'd done plenty to piss off individuals, and sociopolitical factions, if one was to be generous, ...

Siren perked up. Maahes. She knew a Maahes! She scuttled off, and went up to sniff him. "You do! You do smell like Maa-hes!" she exclaimed merrily. She tried to ...

"You need something to cook," said Siren. She turned, and squinted at something in the distant trees. "I will be back." She said, and hopped speedily off into the dark. ...

"We'll have to, for at least the time being. We can ask James what he makes of this if we can get the chance to ask him discreetly, but for ...

I will admit that it brought me a guilty satisfaction to hear Damascus tell me he'd missed me. I say guilty, for it was a cruel thing, that he should ...

"I'm the same Siren! Except! Now, a Madam." she said gleefully, idly flapping her wings. "I don't know what happened to my place, or my face. I never do. Who's ...

"You fell on me." said the blue, feathered amphibian girl. Despite my agitation, I composed myself, and began to apologize for having fallen on her, when she ducked to the ...

Siren was very surprised, but naturally completely unfettered, by the experience of waking up in a strange place. Siren was the sort to explore strange things, and enjoy strange things, ...

Bleffles meekly descended the stairs, and tried to pretend that stepping slowly would make her return more subtle. She knew it was having the opposite effect. Bleffles inhaled purposefully, and ...

Damascus' breath, so close to my ear, shot chills through my bones. I had his attention, and I would not let him go before I had shown him a spectacular ...

Boris shook his head, trying and failing to look unconcerned while he did so. "Go, we've have to go!" he said, inclining his head in the direction of the scream, ...

Oh. It was James. Good. James was sensible, if anyone could find Damascus, it'd be him. And yet he was trying to use those senses of his to lead them ...

Boris, in his blurred haste, had become very lost. All the trees looked the same, there were crunches and slithers and footsteps coming and going in several directions at once. ...