"I wasn't fondling it," Ippolit muttered, reddening slightly, and followed Liadov out of the hangar.
He blinked away the sudden, sharp brightness. He hadn't noticed how pervasive the industrious hum of hornets was until the closing of the door cut it off.
The part of Rakitin that constantly weighed observations against one another wondered if it was unusual to be more intimidated by an aloof, fine-featured, perfectly normal man than one who commanded a swarm of semisentient war-trained insects, or whose joints didn't seem to bend the right way and who kept pointing crossbow bolts in one's face. Probably not. There was no way of knowing.
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Date: 2007-08-05 09:06 am (UTC)He blinked away the sudden, sharp brightness. He hadn't noticed how pervasive the industrious hum of hornets was until the closing of the door cut it off.
The part of Rakitin that constantly weighed observations against one another wondered if it was unusual to be more intimidated by an aloof, fine-featured, perfectly normal man than one who commanded a swarm of semisentient war-trained insects, or whose joints didn't seem to bend the right way and who kept pointing crossbow bolts in one's face. Probably not. There was no way of knowing.