He swallows, looking back towards the star's direction, still too much in fear to remember what had just happened (and we are not talking about the bird here).
"We ought to...I don't know, make a run for it or something, before it comes back," Tristran suggests, whispering.
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Date: 2007-07-15 12:15 am (UTC)"We ought to...I don't know, make a run for it or something, before it comes back," Tristran suggests, whispering.