05-11-2015, 10:34 AM
If Yael remembers correctly (and she always does… funny how that works), it was she who had given Sinder the terms of his new voice, and he who had never gotten back to her. The mute had said he’d consider it, gone to do something, or twiddle his thumbs and then never returned. She could fill him in with a direct memory if he likes. That particular bit of magic was becoming easier with practice.
She knew he wasn’t dead. She just didn’t care whether or not he came to claim his prize.
The offer was still on the table.
He had to want it.
He had to accept her terms.
Luckily for him, her children were disappearing at an ungodly rate. She was down to three, if you count Kabechet (which she did), so the odds of Sinder being called into service was smaller than the last time they spoke. The gold and silver woman reaches out to touch his mind very gently, as if to say remember me? and then waits for a response. He didn’t have to get back to her. He could always go find another magician. But that would be a gamble, now wouldn’t it? What would their requirements be?
Nothing comes for free.
She knew he wasn’t dead. She just didn’t care whether or not he came to claim his prize.
The offer was still on the table.
He had to want it.
He had to accept her terms.
Luckily for him, her children were disappearing at an ungodly rate. She was down to three, if you count Kabechet (which she did), so the odds of Sinder being called into service was smaller than the last time they spoke. The gold and silver woman reaches out to touch his mind very gently, as if to say remember me? and then waits for a response. He didn’t have to get back to her. He could always go find another magician. But that would be a gamble, now wouldn’t it? What would their requirements be?
Nothing comes for free.
Yael, guardian of the desert