I know how much store you set by your oath. I take that as a great compliment coming from you, Doyle. He let the cloak slide off his shoulders, spilling it over one arm. I realized that except for the small knot that captured the front pieces of his hair, the rest of his hair was spilling out underneath the cloak, loose.Įasily done, he said, and undid the cloak at his neck. The long feathers brushed his neck, mingling with the spill of black hair that was only partially trapped down the back of the cloak. What of him? Doyle turned his head to look at me as we walked. Sad to think that the fey's glory days are passed and us being here in this place is proof of that. His eyes were just black mirrors once more. Sad to know that the glory days passed this place by long before we arrived. Sad to think that Washington may someday be a tired ruin. I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy and nauseated. I'm sorry, Doyle, were you speaking to me? I shook my head. It startled me to realize how far away I'd been.īut yet the comparison of the two cities saddens you. I was still walking at his side, hands on his arm, but for a moment only my body had been there. Would you prefer that we be out among the humans, working with them, mating with them like the fey that stayed behind in Europe? They are no longer fey, just another minority. I've never seen your hair when it wasn't braided or tied in a club. There's hundreds, thousands under our feet. Your thoughts are far away, Meredith, Doyle said.
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