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[ladyfirestarter]

Every so often, Charlie's called to the home office in New York. She tries to arrange a day or two extra before and after the scheduled meeting, just to walk around and see the city.

The desert has become her heart's home, but ... once or twice a year she starts to sicken for the sight of skyscrapers and yellow cabs, the way some people sicken for mountains or the sea.

It's a brisk day in early September, cool and breezy, ideal for walking.

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[ladyfirestarter]

Her gaze is still a little searching -- after all, if his brain is at odds with him here, something is probably wrong -- but she lets it go, for now.

"Want to stay here a little longer, or should we ...?" She tilts her head at the door.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

"We can go." It's worth so much, a little more time won't add to the value.

One last nod to the rose, and he turns to leave the lobby.

[ladyfirestarter]

The song rises slightly as though in response to the nod.

And there are words in it again, sweet and soothing: feel no fret, Firebringer. The way home will come.

[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

For a moment, he stops, stiff with something he could not name.

The stiffness eases, replaced with a calm, like clay spun on a wheel.

"I trust you," he answers, though he does not face the rose again. Some tautness shakes itself free of his limbs. He goes with Charlie through the door, smiling.