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Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,

That probably meant she should keep her yap shut and let him work. She drew her knees under the borrowed shirt. No doubt giving her a youthful look of a lost damsel in distress. But in reality she was swathing herself in the scent of her Pirate Captain. Trying to pick up some little trace of the other Assassin that might have rubbed off on him.

"Does any particular intent make them work for you better?" Bryn often wondered about his sort of magic. Was it something she could learn? Did she want to, with the Assassin training that Jacob offered. This would be another chapter to a very long life. The last chapter. But it would be a seminormal chapter. The life everyone else lived. She wouldn't have to see people she loved die over and over and over again. She glanced up at John.