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[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Autumn winds are making me restless

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[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

It's not even September yet. Watch, next you'll start hanging Christmas decorations. [Pause.] Or Yule, or Solstice, or Hanukkah, or whatever you celebrate.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

I can taste it. Black winds trying to sweep me away with them. If I had wings... I'd fly.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a good thing, the way you're saying it.

[Odd, that this occurs to him.]

Maybe you need someone or something to ground you?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

No.. the night-winds came when I was born... It's partly what I'm made of. All of us from the mountains are... Heads been in the sky for days now.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

I...think I understand. Should I go away, then?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

No. You should stay. Close your eyes.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates, then does so, tensing slightly. Among his family, especially his brothers and male cousins, that line was precursor to a punch, more often than not.]

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

Wind's just wind. Or is there cold weather coming you feel, Mister...?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Cold weather's coming... I can promise that. But the wind... careful what you say. Wind's got a way of hearing things.

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

...does it?

I know words carry, but the wind itself... don't have any ears.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

It does. The wind that carries autumn has the best ears I know.

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

--- you some kind of mojo man? That sounds like hoodoo to me.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

It's not Mojo or Hoodoo. It's just ...mountain lore. [He's a touch cautious]

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

It's not even September yet. Watch, next you'll start hanging Christmas decorations. [Pause.] Or Yule, or Solstice, or Hanukkah, or whatever you celebrate.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

I can taste it. Black winds trying to sweep me away with them. If I had wings... I'd fly.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a good thing, the way you're saying it.

[Odd, that this occurs to him.]

Maybe you need someone or something to ground you?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

No.. the night-winds came when I was born... It's partly what I'm made of. All of us from the mountains are... Heads been in the sky for days now.

[vanyel-pawn.livejournal.com]

I...think I understand. Should I go away, then?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

No. You should stay. Close your eyes.

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

Wind's just wind. Or is there cold weather coming you feel, Mister...?

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Cold weather's coming... I can promise that. But the wind... careful what you say. Wind's got a way of hearing things.

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

...does it?

I know words carry, but the wind itself... don't have any ears.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

It does. The wind that carries autumn has the best ears I know.

[eachbeansoup.livejournal.com]

--- you some kind of mojo man? That sounds like hoodoo to me.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

It's not Mojo or Hoodoo. It's just ...mountain lore. [He's a touch cautious]