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Apr. 13th, 2013 01:45 amMy life just will not stop being strange.
... there were Holy Guardsmen here, yesterday. Three. An older man, and a middle-aged man and woman. And their dragons. White dragons! On Shairfel. This can't be real.
Asking questions about the bodies again, of course. They wanted our charts of the local currents, and -- well, of course we gave it to them. They're the Holy Guard. And they thanked us very kindly for our help and that was going to be it, until Father decided to invite them to stay overnight, and ...
Well, they just left.
I still can't quite believe that happened.
... there were Holy Guardsmen here, yesterday. Three. An older man, and a middle-aged man and woman. And their dragons. White dragons! On Shairfel. This can't be real.
Asking questions about the bodies again, of course. They wanted our charts of the local currents, and -- well, of course we gave it to them. They're the Holy Guard. And they thanked us very kindly for our help and that was going to be it, until Father decided to invite them to stay overnight, and ...
Well, they just left.
I still can't quite believe that happened.
