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Date: May 6th, night to 7th
Place: Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Dustfinger comes back.



Dustfinger started to wonder if the money he had taken from Arty had been cursed. Oh but he should have been more careful when talk had started of magic. Instead he stupidly took the large amount and went away...

...and for the third time now he was walking this way again.

He shook the head. What did money help him if he could not get away from here when he had it? He hoped if he returned it to Arty he would lift the spell. Otherwise he would never get home. Never.

Now it was too late to ring the bell and he still did not think they would likely let him inside very gladly. He did not need to go inside either. Like Gwin he could just sleep outside when it wasn't raining.

The sun would wake him up surely. Then he could ask for Arty and give back the money. For now, he laid down near to the building were he would stay dryer even if it started to rain at night, rolled up and tried to sleep.

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[cattygabriel]

"I've read lots of books and nothing's happened, so I doubt that I can help you." Gabriel admitted. "But we have a lot of strange guests at this Manor. If you stay here, I can come and get you if I meet a Silvertongue. For now, though, you need somewhere warm to sleep."

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

Now he took back his book carefully and put it away carefully as well.

He nodded. "Somewhere to sleep." He said. "I always stay warm."

[cattygabriel]

"I don't mind letting you sleep in my room," Gabriel repeated. "The bed's soft enough, and you can use the shower if you wish. And tomorrow you can find Arty."

A thought struck him. "Do you have any... gifts? Supernatural abilities, perhaps?"

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

Dustfinger kept his eyes onthe floor. "I command fire", he said. "A little."

He waited for a moment.

"I am better with it at home. Fire here understands no jokes. It burns if I let it."

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel himself was a Seraph, a spirit of fire. He watched Dustfinger curiously. "And the fire from your home understands jokes? How?"

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

"I..." He probably had just made a mistake with the language. Why did this world have to have so many of them? "It likes to play, not bite. It never bit me when we played."

[cattygabriel]

"Play?" Gabriel looked intrigued. "I wish I could see that."

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

"Not here", Dustfinger said. "They are too serious about burning here. They hurt my hands. I never hurt my hands in Inkworld."

Even fire was hostile towards him here. Although it was still better than the people, most times. And he loved the fire, even here.

[cattygabriel]

"What is Inkworld like?" Gabriel asked. "And I do feel guilty about keeping you here in the lobby. It really wouldn't inconvenience me to let you have my room for tonight."

[feuerschlucker.livejournal.com]

"I don't often sleep inside", Dustfinger said to the angel. He didn't want him to feel bad but he also didn't want to take his room away from him. Who could know what he would want for it in the end? "Inkworld is... clean and quiet. And things make sense there."