rand stands, head canted, looking at this yellow dog in the pantry with an expression like his face can't quite decide what it's doing. and small wonder; he isn't entirely sure what he's feeling. prophecies and aes sedai and space and dragons, and somehow the absolute normality of a dog where one shouldn't be — were there ever dogs on the station? — surprises him past words. ]
Come on, [ he says finally, moving to crouch, stretching out a hand to the animal. ] get away from there, I'll find you some bread.
[ better eating than sacks and potatoes, at least. ]
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that's sure a dog.
rand stands, head canted, looking at this yellow dog in the pantry with an expression like his face can't quite decide what it's doing. and small wonder; he isn't entirely sure what he's feeling. prophecies and aes sedai and space and dragons, and somehow the absolute normality of a dog where one shouldn't be — were there ever dogs on the station? — surprises him past words. ]
Come on, [ he says finally, moving to crouch, stretching out a hand to the animal. ] get away from there, I'll find you some bread.
[ better eating than sacks and potatoes, at least. ]