It was a quarter to midnight. Three dark figures crowded around a small marble table in a spherical room. The orange glare of the crackling fire behind them shadowed their features. Dressed in long, black cloaks, the figures glared down at their rippling reflections in the glistening pool of shallow water that filled the circular dip in the center of the table.
“Hurry up!” a man whispered impatiently. “The sooner we know what’s happening with them, the better!”
The woman with her back to the fireplace shot him a look of annoyance. “Patience,” she said slowly, her lips barely moving, “is the key to seeing into the future. Now calm down, Dexan, or I shall refuse to help you.”
“We didn’t ask you to help us, we’re telling you!” he replied, his dark eyes blazing with rage.
2007-08-07
05:17:46
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