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pro_patria_mortuus) wrote2015-01-31 09:07 pm
pro_patria_mortuus) wrote2015-01-31 09:07 pm
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[A moment ago: approaching the Labyrinth.]
Bahorel enters, and with a shrug Feuilly follows. Enjolras pockets his watch and follows after them, ball of string in hand.
He finds himself on a broad flat plain of sun-bleached grass, strewn about with huge stones as if a giant had scattered seeds upon it. The sky is just as bleached, a pale and disconcerting greenish shade, without a cloud upon it. The air's warm and moist as spring.
Bahorel and Feuilly are nowhere to be seen.
Bahorel enters, and with a shrug Feuilly follows. Enjolras pockets his watch and follows after them, ball of string in hand.
He finds himself on a broad flat plain of sun-bleached grass, strewn about with huge stones as if a giant had scattered seeds upon it. The sky is just as bleached, a pale and disconcerting greenish shade, without a cloud upon it. The air's warm and moist as spring.
Bahorel and Feuilly are nowhere to be seen.
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There are other things he might say to one of the others. But to Grantaire, now and here, what he says is, "What do you think of all this?"
It's a serious question. He's not holding out great hope for a serious answer, but there's always a chance.
And in the meantime, there's a delta-marked archway that might be a door just ahead. Enjolras slows slightly to let Grantaire catch up; they may as well pass through together.