Date: 1/30/2000 7:08 AM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
The door clicked quietly closed behind him at the behest of fingers no longer wrapped in black ribbons.
The room spun suddenly and he was forced to fall over on the bed, clutching to his forehead. He'd lost FireStar to Avery, but that wasn't what had him so bothered. In fact, as the last call had been made he'd gratefully torn the opal off and thrown it away... not because he had lost, but because the thing was burning him alive.
He'd lost it tonight. In the heat of their battle, he'd opened the channel to FireStar and his rage had held that door open for the opal's fury and heat to pour into him. Even now, nearly a half-hour after getting the thing as far away as he could throw it, his ears felt as though they were afire.
Tarl was right, he couldn't hope to control the red opal. It wasn't in his heart, and he most definitely couldn't control his wild emotions enough to keep his mind clear. FireStar didn't belong to him, no matter how long he carried it. Avery's passion for the stone was a sure sign that he most likely could.
Tunring on the bed, the cool of the fresh sheets slide up his hot cheek in blissful contrast. His hand slips up underneath the pillow, fingers curling around a small white bundle there. SunCatcher. The name alone calmed his mind, its smooth texture pouring refreshing cold through his body like a splash of brisk water on a hot rock.
Silvery eyes pop open on a thought. SunCatcher was his payment to Rask, the culmination of a year of work and worry. But it seemed Rask needed money at this point in time, not another opal. He didn't have any money, not anymore... but maybe there was a way to help Rask anyhow.
It was perhaps the only way that he would have even considered actually going through with giving up the white opal.
(( to be continued... ))
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Date: 2/6/2000 3:03 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
Later that night, when the moon was just setting, a figure emerged from the room that was Tareth's. He didn't even notice that his door had been unlocked, he was so intent on the task at hand.
It wasn't surprising that he had the gear to grapple the ceiling, such things were the tools of his trade. From the outside, he dropped in through the hole still gaping over the giant fern where Goon had learned to fly. A strong line held his weight just below the broken surface and hooks bound to his wrists help him crawl like a sure-footed spider to the apex of the dome, his legs dangling down over the deadly drop to the floor.
He had no doubt that Maetel could see/her/smell him by now if she was still sleeping down there, but he was almost done. Once at the peak of the roof, he binds a small bundle to the cross-beams.
"SunCatcher." He breaths ever-so-reverently over the small stone lashed to the ceiling. A small spark of pure light blossoms in the depth of the white opal and grows, blossoming into a pristine illumination that begins to flood the Outback.
Satisfied that the job is done, he releases the hooks from the wood and lets himself pendulate over the drop, suspended by the rope around his waist. Grunting, he pulls up and over the lip of the hole, finishing by nailing a board over the hole so that maybe all the heat might not leak out of the top of the building, perhaps that would make it slightly warmer until the heat comes back on.
Before he goes to bed, he tacks up a scrap of paper with a hasty letter scribbled on it to Rask's door.
Now we're even.
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From: TarethThrn
Later that night, when the moon was just setting, a figure emerged from the room that was Tareth's. He didn't even notice that his door had been unlocked, he was so intent on the task at hand.
It wasn't surprising that he had the gear to grapple the ceiling, such things were the tools of his trade. From the outside, he dropped in through the hole still gaping over the giant fern where Goon had learned to fly. A strong line held his weight just below the broken surface and hooks bound to his wrists help him crawl like a sure-footed spider to the apex of the dome, his legs dangling down over the deadly drop to the floor.
He had no doubt that Maetel could see/her/smell him by now if she was still sleeping down there, but he was almost done. Once at the peak of the roof, he binds a small bundle to the cross-beams.
"SunCatcher." He breaths ever-so-reverently over the small stone lashed to the ceiling. A small spark of pure light blossoms in the depth of the white opal and grows, blossoming into a pristine illumination that begins to flood the Outback.
Satisfied that the job is done, he releases the hooks from the wood and lets himself pendulate over the drop, suspended by the rope around his waist. Grunting, he pulls up and over the lip of the hole, finishing by nailing a board over the hole so that maybe all the heat might not leak out of the top of the building, perhaps that would make it slightly warmer until the heat comes back on.
Before he goes to bed, he tacks up a scrap of paper with a hasty letter scribbled on it to Rask's door.
Now we're even.
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