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Athena has been put to bed with Morvydd to protect her--Telemakos does not normally leave her when he goes somewhere, but it's getting on in the evening, and besides he wants to see his grandmother, and he doesn't much want her to spend a lot of time in proximity with his sister.

So, knowing that she's being well watched, he sets off for Morgause's rooms, and knocks there at her door, softly, with his only hand.

Current Mood:
busy
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Telemakos has figured out, very roughly, how to feed himself and Athena--how do to the things that need done for survival, as best he can, one-armed. But right now he's taking advantage of the Imposter's old invitation, and has made his way down to the cottage in the woods.

Right now he's sitting in the sun on the front step, eating a piece of Laurel's warm bread, which he filched off the table; with Athena nearby crawling in the yard. The light feels good on the bare skin of his shoulders, where his missing arm itches. He doesn't have many bad dreams with Athena around, but he still has moments when he forgets where he is, when the salt mines come back and cover up his eyes and nose like sand and a blindfold. Sitting out in the sun with warm, coarse wheat bread in his mouth is good.

Everything around him is unfamiliar, but it feels good.

Current Mood:
content content
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It's Timkat, and discouraging in spades that no celebration can be made, here in this apparently foreign country where there's no one he knows except Athena and the Impostor. There's no feast, no baptism, and neither Turunesh nor Ras Meder nor Candake.

Telemakos is sitting in one of the big parlour rooms, with Athena doubtless nearby, drawing pictures of animals on scraps of paper. There's little else do to, and at least the weak winter sun coming through the windows is warm enough to be somewhat comforting.

Current Mood:
disappointed disappointed
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Telemakos has got an Athena to look after now, which is intensely reassuring. He has by now figured out how to work the coffee maker, as well as most of the big humming things in the kitchen that store and heat food, and is currently putting together a lunch for himself and her. He's gotten better at working with only one hand, and can balance better than he could before, and as long as he goes at an even speed, nothing gets spilled or broken.
Current Mood:
busy
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The entire Mansion might as well be wakened by him, tangled up in a blanket he borrowed from the linen closet and screaming as though something worse than death has him. He was on a couch, but he's managed to get partly free of it and the blanket, stumbling blindly.
Current Mood:
scared scared
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continues from here:

Telemakos catches sight of Mordred at once, and walks soft-footed to him, regarding him solemnly. For a time he says nothing.
Current Mood:
productive
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