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Authors: P.S. Power
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"Yeah. Um, let me get with the Palace on this. If I can I'll have everything there by first light. If not..." What she would do wasn't said, not in any way they could hear. The line just dropped out. Turned off, since the things didn't go silent like that otherwise. You could drop them, or put them under water and they still worked just fine. They were basically on pieces of solid glass after all. No one had managed to even break one yet.
The rest of the trip back wasn't that long, but it felt that way, since they didn't have a lot to talk about. For one thing they just didn't have that much in common. They were from very different worlds after all, for all that Heather had spent the first twenty-six years of her life as a Conserina and he was of roughly the same basic rank. That didn't change the fact that every other thing about them was vastly different. Here they were anyway, trapped in a small space together, forced to be polite. Or, really, no one was making them, but doing otherwise would be foolish. She was a Countess , if one that was kind of out of favor now. With pretty much everyone, too. The rebels would feel betrayed by her, and the King's people would hate her for having turned on them in the first place.
On her part she probably didn't want to make him angry either really. After all, he could have the healing devices "lost" without any problem at all. It wasn't like he was going to lose sleep over anything like that. Honestly he couldn't imagine anyone having that sort of problem at all. Oh, he had bad dreams from time to time, but only ones about torture, or Nora coming back, not ones that made him feel bad about anything he'd actually done .
The silence would have been oppressive, except for the fact that he was too busy fighting to keep his eyes open already. It wasn't that bad, but it took focus to make certain he wouldn't accidentally plow the craft into the dark earth below. That wouldn't leave him looking good, would it?
He landed next to his little cottage, and as soon as Heather got out started to unload the cube, late or not. Leaving the Fast Craft sitting out was an invitation for someone to take it after all. He didn't need that at the moment, so a bit more work was required before he rested. No one contacted them again, which either meant there was a problem or that Petra had fallen back to sleep. Or, and he realized that it was far more likely, the woman had gotten in her own vehicle and was loading it at that moment instead of wasting time.
"Do you have enough people to pass the healing devices around when they get here?" It wasn't hard to use them or anything, but it had to be done one person at a time. People would still die while waiting their turn, but acting too slowly, or leaving things just sitting around in a box wouldn't get them fixed faster.
Heather held her hands in front of her rather unclean white dress. In the dark it was hard to see her, since her skin wasn't very reflective. His showed a lot better that way.
"We do have a system in place. The original plan was for us to send a third of the shipment to each major city, and pass them that way, spreading out to the countryside. Then, due to... mistakes, the items weren't delivered. I suppose I can understand why, but this attack is still monstrous. Since when did the crown punish the common people for the actions of their leaders?" It was pretty clear the woman didn't expect and answer at all. That made sense. After all, if you talked to a thousand kids his age at that moment, most wouldn't know anything about the situation at all. A lot of them would have to ask what she meant, as far as that went.
Timon just looked toward the pale shapeless form of her legs.
"The crown didn't." It was the kind of thing that she'd probably find out eventually, so it was better for him to say it, then let her feel extra betrayed later, right? Of course she might hate him after she knew, but that was probably what she should feel. "My
"Yeah. Um, let me get with the Palace on this. If I can I'll have everything there by first light. If not..." What she would do wasn't said, not in any way they could hear. The line just dropped out. Turned off, since the things didn't go silent like that otherwise. You could drop them, or put them under water and they still worked just fine. They were basically on pieces of solid glass after all. No one had managed to even break one yet.
The rest of the trip back wasn't that long, but it felt that way, since they didn't have a lot to talk about. For one thing they just didn't have that much in common. They were from very different worlds after all, for all that Heather had spent the first twenty-six years of her life as a Conserina and he was of roughly the same basic rank. That didn't change the fact that every other thing about them was vastly different. Here they were anyway, trapped in a small space together, forced to be polite. Or, really, no one was making them, but doing otherwise would be foolish. She was a Countess , if one that was kind of out of favor now. With pretty much everyone, too. The rebels would feel betrayed by her, and the King's people would hate her for having turned on them in the first place.
On her part she probably didn't want to make him angry either really. After all, he could have the healing devices "lost" without any problem at all. It wasn't like he was going to lose sleep over anything like that. Honestly he couldn't imagine anyone having that sort of problem at all. Oh, he had bad dreams from time to time, but only ones about torture, or Nora coming back, not ones that made him feel bad about anything he'd actually done .
The silence would have been oppressive, except for the fact that he was too busy fighting to keep his eyes open already. It wasn't that bad, but it took focus to make certain he wouldn't accidentally plow the craft into the dark earth below. That wouldn't leave him looking good, would it?
He landed next to his little cottage, and as soon as Heather got out started to unload the cube, late or not. Leaving the Fast Craft sitting out was an invitation for someone to take it after all. He didn't need that at the moment, so a bit more work was required before he rested. No one contacted them again, which either meant there was a problem or that Petra had fallen back to sleep. Or, and he realized that it was far more likely, the woman had gotten in her own vehicle and was loading it at that moment instead of wasting time.
"Do you have enough people to pass the healing devices around when they get here?" It wasn't hard to use them or anything, but it had to be done one person at a time. People would still die while waiting their turn, but acting too slowly, or leaving things just sitting around in a box wouldn't get them fixed faster.
Heather held her hands in front of her rather unclean white dress. In the dark it was hard to see her, since her skin wasn't very reflective. His showed a lot better that way.
"We do have a system in place. The original plan was for us to send a third of the shipment to each major city, and pass them that way, spreading out to the countryside. Then, due to... mistakes, the items weren't delivered. I suppose I can understand why, but this attack is still monstrous. Since when did the crown punish the common people for the actions of their leaders?" It was pretty clear the woman didn't expect and answer at all. That made sense. After all, if you talked to a thousand kids his age at that moment, most wouldn't know anything about the situation at all. A lot of them would have to ask what she meant, as far as that went.
Timon just looked toward the pale shapeless form of her legs.
"The crown didn't." It was the kind of thing that she'd probably find out eventually, so it was better for him to say it, then let her feel extra betrayed later, right? Of course she might hate him after she knew, but that was probably what she should feel. "My
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