He hadn't expected the trinket left by his odd and rather embarrassing heritage to have any significance. It was a feeling of distant nostalgia, like finding something you thought you had left a thousand miles away at the bottom of a drawer.
"Strange soil things grow in," he remarked obscurely, glancing into the middle distance.
Something about the subject had made a change come over Lynx, accentuated by his brightening at the word. His eyes had saddened, and for a moment the big, powerful man had seemed almost fragile. Almost lonely. It had vanished, impermanent as purged poison, leaving only traces behind.
"It's funny how easy it is to forget the little things," Polya prattled. "I used to leave things on the burner all the time, and just forget all about them. Well, until it exploded the second time."
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He hadn't expected the trinket left by his odd and rather embarrassing heritage to have any significance. It was a feeling of distant nostalgia, like finding something you thought you had left a thousand miles away at the bottom of a drawer.
"Strange soil things grow in," he remarked obscurely, glancing into the middle distance.
Something about the subject had made a change come over Lynx, accentuated by his brightening at the word. His eyes had saddened, and for a moment the big, powerful man had seemed almost fragile. Almost lonely. It had vanished, impermanent as purged poison, leaving only traces behind.
"It's funny how easy it is to forget the little things," Polya prattled. "I used to leave things on the burner all the time, and just forget all about them. Well, until it exploded the second time."
He looked upward in thought.
"Or was that the third....?"