Just as suddenly as the memory had sprung to life, it died away. Vayne paused mid-step, awash in confusion. He could have sworn for a moment that he'd been playing with Larsa in the Gardens. It had... felt so very real. Was he simply dreaming?
Zidane's voice broke him out of his thoughts. They were still here and he had clearly been off in a world all of his own. How odd. He and Larsa both were years removed from that time, a happier time. Before politics had turned their family into rivals under the same roof.
Turning to his guests, he dipped his head again, "I must apologize. I am not certain what just happened, but I would be remiss if I did not offer both accommodations and refreshment."
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:21 am (UTC)Zidane's voice broke him out of his thoughts. They were still here and he had clearly been off in a world all of his own. How odd. He and Larsa both were years removed from that time, a happier time. Before politics had turned their family into rivals under the same roof.
Turning to his guests, he dipped his head again, "I must apologize. I am not certain what just happened, but I would be remiss if I did not offer both accommodations and refreshment."