February 7th, 2011


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[info]medraut
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don't let them take you in tow


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Their lives are as complicated as ever, Medraut and Lenomie moving on their separate tracks between the Hall in Camallate, the little ranch house in Til Tomeil, and the temporary lodgings in Bredigan; the presence of a small son is a relatively minor wrench in the works. While they're both busy in the capital they trade off shifts, with Divdan occasionally relieving them.

Today it's Medraut coming down the passageway from the admin offices with a four-year-old streaking ahead of him. "Walk," he says severely, and the boy, to his credit, slows to a trot.