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feredarStory: Slipping
Year: 984 FY
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Deshell
Warnings: References to murder and orphaned and/or abandoned children.
It seemed that all the pieces of Deshell’s life were slipping through his fingers.
His career was blossoming--except for the butcher, who had resurfaced, had been so close, and vanished again.
He had saved Selmid--but the only way had been to take him from everything he knew, from any family he might have left.
His family was strong, healthy, happy--except Fesha was angry with him, and justifiably so.
The last bit of sunlight faded away, turning the harbor grey and featureless. Another day gone, and everything he wanted slipped just a little bit further out of reach.
Year: 984 FY
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Deshell
Warnings: References to murder and orphaned and/or abandoned children.
It seemed that all the pieces of Deshell’s life were slipping through his fingers.
His career was blossoming--except for the butcher, who had resurfaced, had been so close, and vanished again.
He had saved Selmid--but the only way had been to take him from everything he knew, from any family he might have left.
His family was strong, healthy, happy--except Fesha was angry with him, and justifiably so.
The last bit of sunlight faded away, turning the harbor grey and featureless. Another day gone, and everything he wanted slipped just a little bit further out of reach.