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Post by Morpheus on Apr 2, 2010 7:50:59 GMT -5
There was someone else. Another had walked onto the scene—not her companion Zelus; though she was not pleased with her sudden presence either. Perhaps it was important for the little mimic to catch and memorize this man’s act, but Morpheus found she did not care. No, she told herself firmly, no she did care. Zelus had to do her little photographic memory thing. It was for the protection of the King, the Kingdom.
And then, once again, Morpheus was reminded another individual had entered the scene. She was not quite sure who it was—she could not entirely see her, but she was drawn back into the conversation with this man as he laughed off her question, making some flippant remark about denying himself, and—Her duty was to the King. She did not have time for such wastes of time. This man was wasting her time, and she had left the King unguarded for too long.
Then again, so had Zelus, now that she’d joined in her curiosity, but Morpheus could not throw all of the blame on her (though she should have stayed with the King). ”We do not have time for this. Let’s go, Zelus.” Turning, the dark haired girl with alien-teal eyes began to walk back towards the Master she’d abandoned earlier, not sure of what she was going to find. Now all she felt was some masochistic interest in her past, the past of the Kingdom, and a need to go back to the Memorial—to demand answers from the man there.
“Come Zelus, we have left him for too long.”
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