Small Townism
An innkeeper, giving the Halfseekers a terrible room with a broken window, ragged mattresses and sheets and a general air of disrepair: "Now no fuss from you lot, or I'll stick you in a worse room!"
Seborn: "There's a room worse than this? How? Is it on fire?"
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I can only expand within this space, I can not leave the space.
seaholly thrives on
benign neglect,
vaunting. seaholly windbreaks
thinly, vaporsheared, predawn
strokes on seafloor-dark sky.
seaholly death of a royal
woman. most long, pacific
endsummer spine. it is a
seahollied hand that halfseeks
jealously. what could redfeel
like, if not evergreen? sea-
holly xeriscape writhes on, mist-
washed, saltwishing coarsely.
seaholly longs on-
amethystle thimblebloom for laden
tamecollar, deeplobed seedhead.
my softhandled bluestem forte.
we meet at our lack, the nothing
of white. center of stembasal
rosette. the heartleaves. do you sire-
dream of me? flash-redspilling over.
seaholly lapses, & lapses through,
in globestemmed home, dammed
lowland rush at the window.
my seapour is bluegathering.
I see you wise,
I see you foolish, bear you this
immortal brinemoon skeptic,
ever-dustraising- my nebula
deliver you to cosmic-
flower ocean.
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Apologetic Gesture
Jelaqua: "I made a mistake, I'm sorry. Here, open my wrists." [offers Garen her wrists]
Garen, when he was still a member of the Halfseekers: "You don't have blood in your wrists."
Jelaqua: "Of course not! What, do you think I am stupid?"
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"Let's see. Ten percent of nothing is...let me do the math...nothing, then nothing, carry the nothing..."
Falene, after learning about the Redfangs dividing up treasure to the Halfseekers, Griffon Hunt, and the Horns of Hammerand
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