Nullfire, our old friend, a grass equivalent, glows in the sunset;
lurid colors west, blue-gray above, purple east;
flames and smoke on a black volcano;
an approaching storm towers, flashes and rumbles;
increasingly cold air sighs and stirs Yewwl's fur;
the fire that her party has made is both audible and warm;
the Ramnuans spread their vanes to catch the heat.
Thus:
colors;
sounds;
cold and warmth;
the feel of air in fur.
Two reminders that Yewwl is not human: fur and vanes.
A pathetic fallacy: a storm approaches simultaneously with the would-be usurper, the Grand Duke of Hermes.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
What made Edwin Cairncross' case different from those of Hugh McCormac and Hans Molitor was that he was descended from the Argolid Dynasty. Which meant he could claim to having a better right to the crown than Emperor Gerhart.
Sean
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