Grant Blackwood ➶ Cù Sìth (barrowhound) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-02-19 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, !zurvan, cù sìth |
two.
Glastheim was on fire. News of that couldn't be withheld, could it? The poisoning he didn't know about but he knew of the fire and reacted immediately.
He laughed. He laughed so hard he gained attention of those around him, people wondering if the soldier had just lost it. His amusement with the whole matter delighted him so, made everything else that could ever be lousy in his life appear manageable - easy. If he couldn't hunt within the next couple of weeks, that would be fine. If he was ordered to do a task of guarding someone annoying to him, he'd deal.
Glastheim was on fire.
Cù Sìth didn't care what anyone thought. This had made his fucking day.