"I am," he replies, and his voice seems too loud in this strange, otherworldly room. Whether he found it strange and otherworldly before the grand old dame entered, he couldn't say. But that's beside the point. He's here, he's brought everything, and his insides are knotting themselves into teeny little Gordian knots, and he's got the sinking feeling this little lady here will cut them all in half.
He meets her eyes as squarely as he is able. "I got your name from Alcina."
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Date: 2008-07-06 03:55 am (UTC)He meets her eyes as squarely as he is able. "I got your name from Alcina."