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"H'oh boy." - 01 / 11 / 2003
"He doesn't have it wrong, Asmindr," Alexandra says quietly, when Asmindr is finished. But there is steel behind her voice, cold and sharp enough to draw blood, and the way her eyes are narrowed is suddenly enough to remind others that she is, or was, a dragon. "That was a very faithful retelling of the Creation. Your legends are different, that's all. Don't insult us or our intelligence by saying that our story is something for 'kits.'"
Stanos, meanwhile, has been seething through the entire story. But he's learned by now never to interrupt a telling--the very idea is unspeakably horrifying--and so he very reluctantly accepts being used as a footstool. Now he says, brusquely, "I do not see how the two stories are related. Who is this 'Tiamat?'"
"I'd wager that she's the same as our Tyrvain," Alexandra responds. Before Stanos can say anything further, she adds, "You know by now that there are more worlds than yours."
Kaligo shrugs unhappily. "I dunno, Win," he says in a low voice. "I'm just as confused as you are. But I think we should go, if only to avoid trouble." His eyes flick in the direction that he knows Stanos is in; he can feel his anger radiating through the bookshelf. "I mean, I don't think he's going to go back without her."
"Hah! You got that right." Kitsuki is suddenly next to Winter and Kaligo, looking as sulky as ever. "But since our little friend As says we'd better go, we're gonna go." She grins toothily. "Lookin' forward to a visit home, Kal?"
Kitsuki, Kaligo, Alexandra, and Stanos