"Yes," Teja says. "This is my kitchen; I have dressed greens here, with olive oil and vinegar, and roasted meat or fish, for a meal with my beloved. I remember gutting trouts..."
He opens a drawer and takes out a slim knife, bearing his own house-mark, the edge shimmering with the pattern that marks folded steel.
"I am a smith," Teja says, "and proud of my blades. And yes, this might be one of mine; but the steel is folded much more tightly than I ever tried before."
"And now, I need relearn it all, within some short days, to reclaim an afterlife that is but a faded dream to me now," Teja sums it up. "Where is my beloved now?"
He knows there is a great machine in the shed, upon which he may ride through the hills; he remember walking here with his beloved. He knows about the town, and where it lies; he remember the shop kept by Massimo and Chiara, in which he had a hole made upon his flesh, to wear a little ornament in. He remembers those; he remembers a broad, strong, dark-skinned friend with whom he shared his bath, who had many of those, and whose hair was felted into ropes.
He remembers Carlotta, and her father's wedding. He remembers the hunt for the blood-drinker, and the secrecy wit which he joined those searching for the monster. He remembers walking out with his beloved in the snow, and a sharp, sudden pain in his back...
From the earth of his home, he remembers everything.
"We must return," he says, taking her into his arms. "I was killed, but what happened to my Charlie? He was with me, in my arms; he might be wounded, or..."
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Date: 2010-02-23 02:32 am (UTC)He opens a drawer and takes out a slim knife, bearing his own house-mark, the edge shimmering with the pattern that marks folded steel.
"With this. I made this."
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Date: 2010-02-23 08:52 pm (UTC)"Put your hands deep into the dirt, this land knows you well."
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Date: 2010-02-23 09:34 pm (UTC)He knows there is a great machine in the shed, upon which he may ride through the hills; he remember walking here with his beloved. He knows about the town, and where it lies; he remember the shop kept by Massimo and Chiara, in which he had a hole made upon his flesh, to wear a little ornament in. He remembers those; he remembers a broad, strong, dark-skinned friend with whom he shared his bath, who had many of those, and whose hair was felted into ropes.
He remembers Carlotta, and her father's wedding. He remembers the hunt for the blood-drinker, and the secrecy wit which he joined those searching for the monster. He remembers walking out with his beloved in the snow, and a sharp, sudden pain in his back...
From the earth of his home, he remembers everything.
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Date: 2010-02-23 10:22 pm (UTC)She leans into him, he worries her so much at times but its good to have him back.
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Date: 2010-02-23 10:35 pm (UTC)Teja blushes fiercely.
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Date: 2010-02-24 09:30 am (UTC)He stands, but doesn't brush the earth from his hands.
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Date: 2010-02-24 06:20 pm (UTC)Teja picks up the cat, who goes to perch on the shoulder piece of his armour.
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Date: 2010-02-24 06:24 pm (UTC)"Its good to have you back again."
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