|Rob Duncan (longrob) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2014-11-30 21:35:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, !plot, ~rob duncan|
Who? Rob & Uhura
When? Monday morning, very early hours.
What? Memorial. Grieving.
Rating? Medium... talk of war and violence etc.
Once he had the horses settled in their new steadings in Cambridge, Rob had headed back to the room of doors with the intention of going back to Trinidad and gathering up their belongings so that he and Uhura could move on to somewhere else fogless.
But then, two new doors caught his eye. Both to Scotland, and one... one to Kinraddie. 2016. Exactly 100 years since he had left the place behind.
Oh, he thought to ignore it, but it was only open for one day, and... it couldn't be for anyone else but him, could it? And he fought with himself, but it was an easy choice really. He pushed on through in a bit of a rush, suddenly finding the wind whipping up around him as he was confronted with the standing stones he knew so well. Except with one alteration. Dark grey lettering, carved into the largest of the stones.