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shatterverse2007-11-20 07:33 pm
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Sitting in the shadow of Shay's fort is Conway, sprawled out atop a stray pile of hay from the stairs.
He's carving a little figure out of a piece of wood he found near the outskirts of town and singing softly in Gaelic.
Loathe as he is to admit it, he really is a Rankin, through and through -- he's got the voice of an angel.
Bother him? He's getting a little tired of picking splinters out of his fingers.
He's carving a little figure out of a piece of wood he found near the outskirts of town and singing softly in Gaelic.
Loathe as he is to admit it, he really is a Rankin, through and through -- he's got the voice of an angel.
Bother him? He's getting a little tired of picking splinters out of his fingers.