Weaver of Shadows
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Edgar handed Terrance Gift, who became a walking stick again. “Let’s go then.” He started walking, anxious to get back to Jenny. @Lunamor
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“We should go back. Can you two walk?”
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“But he didn’t. He’s safe now. You probably saved him.”
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“Yeah, we did. Thank Elsie.” He walked over to the girl and gently laid a hand on her arm. “You’re safe here. Terrance is ok. It’s going to be ok.” @Random Bystander
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Edgar handed him the slightly wet piece of ambrosia. “Eat it.”
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Edgar took it out, then dropped nectar into his mouth, tilting his head back so he had to swallow.
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Edgar grabbed a square of ambrosia, putting it in Terrance’s mouth. “Eat it.”
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Edgar went with her. “I’ll be back,” he said to Jenny, kissing her quickly before he left.
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He hugged her tightly, then followed her.
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Gift lowered her to the ground, and Edgar embraced her. “You’re safe. Nightmare?”
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“I…I don’t know.”
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“I don’t think I do.”
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“Huh?” He stopped, legs aching. “Maybe?” He looked around. “Probably. @Lunamor
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Edgar walked, face streaked with sweat. Jenny wasn’t heavy, but they’d been walking for a while.
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“I’ll take a few, I guess.”
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“Yep.” He didn’t sound too happy.
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“Whatever I need it to, as long as it’s within its abilities.”
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“Yes, we have an understanding of it already, but we hone that. I do.” He motioned to the celestial bronze Jenny-carrier. “That’s Gift.” @The Aspiring Archivist
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“Hi…are you ok?” She was standing above him.
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“We have sword fighting, rock wall climbing, classes for learning Ancient Greek, stuff like that. And mine’s Hephaestus, that’s where Gift comes from.”
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“Not sad. Just…memories I’d rather not have. But I’m happy to talk.”
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“You go and find the cabin corresponding to your godly parent, or the Hermes cabin if you’re unclaimed. You stay either for the summer or year round, we have classes, training, games, food. It should be everything a halfblood could want.” His voice was somewhat bitter.
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“There are others like us. They…can be kind. Sometimes they aren’t.”
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“I did, I’ve been there a few years. Why do you ask?” He kept his voice quiet.
