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Caelum Lex Chapter 41: Paraven
" - fuck, Leta, just, please tell me you are taking care of it - "
"Of course I am." Her tone was cold and harsh. "And would you be quiet please? This isn't important right now - "
"Not important?" Finn repeated, clearly fighting the urge to yell, or perhaps kick the nearest park bench. "I'd say it's a little important. And you know what you need to do, don't you? You need to tell Fiear - "
"Not a chance," Leta interrupted, her voice so sharp that Fiearius couldn't help himself: he glanced in her direction, even though, technically, he was discreetly eavesdropping on their conversation. In the shadow of a building, he slanted against a wall, arms folded, watching tourists pass him by on the boardwalk.
Neither Leta nor Finn noticed him as they walked, arguing quietly, their faces darkened. No doubt they were on their way to meet the rest of the crew at the rowdy bar near one of Paraven's many sandy beaches.
That morning, Fiearius had agreed to land the ship here only with a gro
Caelum Lex Chapter 40: Fighting It Off
"The key is to leverage your weight. So move your back foot and then drive forward - "
"Nah, that's too slow. See how easy I can sidestep you? Here, start again and try more like this - "
No sooner had the words left Finn's mouth when, in a flash, a heavy fist thudded into his shoulder, sending him back into the wall. Pain throbbed in his arm, and he was stunned at how exactly, that had happened. Quite abruptly, he was at the mercy of his attacker, who just happened to be a scrawny girl, currently beaming nervously at him.
Thankfully, this was practice.
"Alright," Finn grunted darkly, straightening up off the wall and rubbing his sore arm. "That was actually pretty damn good … "
A chorus of cheers and applause rang around the room - with the ship in flight and entertainment scarce, most of the crew was sitting around to watch. Corra, Cyrus, Maya, even Fiearius sat nearby, although Fiearius only rolled his eyes as Leta let out a rather girlish squeal of excitement. H
Caelum Lex Chapter 39: Flesh and Blood
As the Dionysian lifted off the ground, Leta dug noisily through a drawer for bandages and salve, preparing the infirmary for her needy patient. She wondered if it was even worth the effort. After all, Fiearius never came here when she told him to -- she was always forced to treat his wounds in the bridge, or in the hallway, or wherever she could catch him for a few minutes before he growled that he hated doctors and stalked off.
But then, amazingly, just as she shut the drawer and looked up, he appeared in the doorway. He looked even worse than she remembered: he was decidedly unsteady on his feet, like he could collapse any moment. Blood caked his whitened skin and bits of glass glinted in his hair as he simply gazed at her with distant eyes.
It was hard to look at him. Images of him thrashing in the bar were vivid in her mind. Leta swallowed hard in her throat and nodded toward the exam bench, which he agreeably limped to, lowering himself achingly slowly to the edge. Meanwhile, Let
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