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(OOM:The world changes.)
There was so much to be done but it was agreed that a small rest would make sense. Not a full night's sleep but some time in a proper bed. Sam's leg was hurting again as he opened the door to his room in the Abhorsen's House and found Milliways staring back at him.

Quickly he steps through for fear it won't be there again, the last time he was here feels a lifetime ago and the weight of the Milliways' Dead is strange. He walks towards fire with a small limp as the lights reflect off his new surcoat of the gold royal towers crossed with the Wallmaker's silver trowel.

Once he sits down, he ends up staring into the fire and trying to get his thoughts in order but he's not sure it will work any better here than at the Abhorsen's House.

(OOC: Open until it scrolls. I've missed him.)

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"I'm honestly not sure if I would or not. A lot's happened since I was last back here,"

Sam looks tired and worn out, he's been close to Death a lot lately and now his place in the world has been upended.

Edited 2011-10-01 05:19 (UTC)

"If you want to talk, I can listen," he says lightly. "But I think you might need something warm to eat first. You look tired."

"I've eaten already. There was quite a good lunch,"

It had lots of revelations in the midst of it.

Silas nods, and continues on. "I don't think I've met you before...what's your name?"

"I've been away for a while. I'm Sameth of the Old Kingdom,"

He starts to say more and than stops himself as his titles feel strange here and they've changed but he picks at the embroidery on his surcoat.

"I'm Silas," says he with a tiny attempt at a smile. "From France. Marseille, though I have heard of the Old Kingdom."

He doesn't say yet that he finds what little of the place he's ever seen thoroughly disconcerting. He can't quite shake the feeling of water around his ankles and trying to ignore a feeling of peace that he's coveted for as long as he can remember.

"Oh, who have you met from there?"

Sam's guessing probably Mogget as he lives here and seems to know everyone.

He opens his mouth for a moment as if to answer, and shakes his head for a moment. "I can't remember his name," he says. "He looks like me in color, but his face is different. He has green eyes," Silas finishes.

He hates forgetting a name, but he can't seem to remember that one right now. He's had other things on his mind, though, especially lately. "He took me through his door."

"He's from my future. He did?"

Sam hadn't thought about Mogget having a door to the Old Kingdom or even wanting one.

Silas shudders gently as he nods. "It was...different. And strange," he says, not sure how to describe the place. "There was water, ankle deep, and stars. And nothing else."

He neglects to mention what, exactly, happened there, but Sameth can probably read on Silas' face that the visit is still in the back of his mind.

"Was the water cold and the current strong?"

Mogget took this boy into Death and Sam isn't sure what to feel about it.

"No, it was warm. There wasn't much current," he says, shaking his head. "There were lights, like fireflies but bigger, that were coming out of the water, rising up to the sky, and...there was music. It wasn't anything I've ever heard before, but it was beautiful--compelling..." he says, trailing off thoughtfully.

"We didn't stay long."

"Oh, why did he take you into Death?"

Sam can't understand why anyone who doesn't have to would want to go there.

"I had said I wondered what it was like, and that I wondered if I'd be afraid to go through the last part of dying," he says slowly. "And he offered to show me."

He was in no danger, really, because Yrael pulled him back through to the bar almost as soon as he got through the door.

"What did you think of it?"

The thought of going into Death scares Sam and he's trying not to show it as he doesn't have to now but he just doesn't understand choosing to see it.

"It was peaceful. I enjoyed it."

"Death can be peaceful, far more than Life, but its dangerous to walk there when its not your time,"

Sam has come so close to Death in the last few weeks and he found it hard to pull away from it. Now he feels more sure of his life and what he can do but the current of Death is strong.

"I know," Silas murmurs. "It...is difficult to explain, but there is a sense that you can put everything aside there and be at rest. And I liked that feeling."

He rose out of the water for a few moments, but dropped back down when Yrael called his name.

"I know what you mean, but its still Death,"

Its not a place that lets you go easily.

"Yes. It's a little unsettling," he admits.

"More than that. I've been close to dying a lot recently and thought about the peace there but it has its dangers. In my time there are necromancers who spend time in Death. And it wasn't my time to die yet, there's a lot to do,"

He's still figuring out all of it but he can do it. Death terrifies him for many reasons and the idea that this boy finds it just unsettling is worrying.

Many things about Silas are, truthfully, worrying. "I hope you get all of them done," he says serenely. "And live a long life."

"I'm trying to. What do you do in France? Are you a student?"

It seems so long ago that Sam was studying at Somersby but it was only in the last year.

"Yes, I am in secondary school," he agrees, nodding. "I live with my--" here, there is the tiniest pause, "--Parents. But I want to go to university, perhaps in Paris. Or in England."

"What do you want to study?"

He won't ask about the pause, parents can be confusing.