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Eternity in Memories

In the Beginning..

By Jake Atkisson, published Jun 15, 2007
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...Somewhere, somewhen:

"But m'lord..." the taller, portly man half sniveled, his words muffled in the drizzling rain. Pausing, the shorter, silver-haired man on his left turned his full attention to the larger, who mopped unseen droplets of rain from his balding pate. "This which you speak of, you must admit it is ludicrous. Such things just cann-" he paused to correct himself, "...are not probably going to happen, or ever be more than dubious possibilities...."

Smiling wryly, the silver-haired man clapped his worried companion on the shoulder and resumed his amiable stride, replying after a few such steps with a bemused utterance. "Probability, Doan? Anything's possible, as I've proven, but probability..."

He cast an o'er-the-shoulder glance back and flashed a grin that made the larger, more portly Doan whimper in some not-entirely-acknowledged corner of his mind. "Probability, as with possibility, is very malleable indeed."

The great clocktower had chimed the fourth afternoon hour just before the unseemly pair arrived at their destination. Doan, brushing thoughtlessly at accumulated droplets of water on the lapel of his tweed duster, breathed a sigh of relief as they made their way into the hearth-warmed public eatery.

"It's been a long time since the morning meal," he almost jovially commented, inspired by the scent of fresh baked mince pies as his silver haired companion selected a table. There having been no immediate response, Doan left off with speaking and caught the attention of a waiter. He then elected to seat himself, as the metallic haired elf had done.

"Suggest something, would you?" was the elf's only comment, given after Doan had both placed his order of hot tea and a large wedge of those lovely pies he'd smelled, and only then after both Doan and the waiter had stared at him expectantly for more than a minute. It wasn't that he was being slow, or even cantankerous, though Doan would've (quietly) suspected that the odd, surreal elf could be either or both at the drop of a hat.

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