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I forgot how fun writing Rasitlin was
Nov. 3rd, 2017 08:29 amvia http://ift.tt/2ztGIxa:
Then the door opened again, and in walked a dream come true.
Raistlin’s mouth dropped open, the crystal rod fell from his nerveless fingers and rolled under the bed. He stared at the figure in the doorway, unable to speak, unable to think around the raw, glorious realisation that filled his mind like the rising sun.
“Raist?” Caramon’s voice seemed to come from another plane entirely. “You okay?”
The ideal, the image of wonder, looked back at him in concern. “I think you broke him, Caramon.”
“Raist?” A hand grabbed his shoulder and Raistlin pulled free impatiently. Stepped forward to the figure of perfection, perfection from its green, curly toed shoes to its bobbing topknot.
Oh thank you. Thank you Par-Salian you old bastard. Thank you for being such a phenomenal moron you sent a kender back in time.
Then the door opened again, and in walked a dream come true.
Raistlin’s mouth dropped open, the crystal rod fell from his nerveless fingers and rolled under the bed. He stared at the figure in the doorway, unable to speak, unable to think around the raw, glorious realisation that filled his mind like the rising sun.
“Raist?” Caramon’s voice seemed to come from another plane entirely. “You okay?”
The ideal, the image of wonder, looked back at him in concern. “I think you broke him, Caramon.”
“Raist?” A hand grabbed his shoulder and Raistlin pulled free impatiently. Stepped forward to the figure of perfection, perfection from its green, curly toed shoes to its bobbing topknot.
Oh thank you. Thank you Par-Salian you old bastard. Thank you for being such a phenomenal moron you sent a kender back in time.
