The slope is a gentle one, long and rolling, and every so often Crowley looks down to watch the grass tufting around his feet. After the mud and rocks of Jubilee and the dusty bustle of the Eavesdown Docks, it's almost shockingly green.
"Zīnum damqum," he observes - conversational again; not quite a question.
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Date: 2009-08-09 02:32 pm (UTC)"Zīnum damqum," he observes - conversational again; not quite a question.