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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[Sario is in the bar, at his normal table, dressed in his normal clothes and doing what he normally does.]

[you know how it goes]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*sits down* Evening.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Dolcho nocto, Thom. [he looks up at him]

You look a little pale.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm fine.

You?

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Painting, so fine. [his eyes don't leave Thom's face] Cut yourself? [he gestures to his sleeve, slightly bulkier then the other]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom glances at said sleeve.* -- oh.

In a way.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Using magic?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom nods.

After a moment he rolls up his sleeve, peels away a strip of linen and shows Sario the wound, long and irregular and hardly closed over.*

It's more effective.

But you would know, I suppose.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Yes, I would. [he takes Thom's arm, and gently runs a finger next to the wound.]

You'll have to have someone to see to this.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He shakes his head.* I'll do it myself. As soon as I can.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Soon, I should think. [he leans back in his seat] Did it work?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Yes, soon. In fact . . .

*A patch of flesh near his wrist heals over completely. He closes his eyes, opening them again with some effort.

And smiling.* It worked, yes.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Good, blood is precious and shouldn't be wasted.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom laughs. Rather hoarsely.* I know.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Can I ask what you were doing?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*nods, lacing his fingers together* I was looking for my sister.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

She is missing?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah.

*He looks at his hands.* But I know where she is now.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

So the blood was not wasted, good. Have you been drawing?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom nods.* Yes, of course.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Improving?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You'd know better than I.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Ah, but if you cannot tell...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I'd say yes. But it could be my ego talking.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

Tell me, Thom, does it speak to you often?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

So I'm told.