[ —dropped into his lap, which has suddenly become a slope, because he’s standing up with as much alarm as if she’d come at him with an armful of dung to deposit. Maybe more. And he didn’t intend to make a mess. He intended to stand up before she could drop them, so she wouldn’t drop them at all. But she’s too fast, and he’s too slow, and the whole mountain avalanches onto the floor. ]
I—
[ A fierce beginning, which falters as he surveys the wreckage. He has cheek to spare, but not enough to recommend Teren von Skraedder, who he loves and who he fears, get down on the ground to collect the scattered papers herself. ]
I am going to straighten this up. But then I don’t want them.
no subject
I—
[ A fierce beginning, which falters as he surveys the wreckage. He has cheek to spare, but not enough to recommend Teren von Skraedder, who he loves and who he fears, get down on the ground to collect the scattered papers herself. ]
I am going to straighten this up. But then I don’t want them.