Hugh took the bow and started carving a narrow-coil grip on it, then smoothing and shaping the bowstring-notches. He blew off the shavings and took a sip of his tea.
"I've got a Mustang and a Morgan back home. Guess the neighbor's gonna inherit 'em by default, since I have no idea when we're gettin' outta here. He's a stand-up guy anyway, little short on money. I don't mind. Mostly I worry about my family worrying."
"I can understand that."
"Well, my little girl has her family to keep her company now, but we've always been close...I'm still hoping to see her again, but..." his eyes got distant for a moment, and he busied himself extending the coil grip into a jasmine vine that wrapped elaborately over the wood. He blew the shavings off again and started adding the leaves and flowers one by one.
"Anyway, we get outta here, you're welcome to come stay a while. I'll be invitin' Tara too--there are lotsa Pagans and hippies in the area, I'm sure she'd run into like-minded people around. Only unfriendly supernatural folk I've run into are the vampires."
"So Tara's outing herself didn't bother you?"
Hugh grinned. "I already know the bad guys have magic. Knowin' the good guys do too is a real pleasant thing for a battle-scarred old fart like me."
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[Hugh] Hugh Emerson, Renaissance Guy (tag Molly, open)
Date: 2006-05-25 04:57 pm (UTC)"I've got a Mustang and a Morgan back home. Guess the neighbor's gonna inherit 'em by default, since I have no idea when we're gettin' outta here. He's a stand-up guy anyway, little short on money. I don't mind. Mostly I worry about my family worrying."
"I can understand that."
"Well, my little girl has her family to keep her company now, but we've always been close...I'm still hoping to see her again, but..." his eyes got distant for a moment, and he busied himself extending the coil grip into a jasmine vine that wrapped elaborately over the wood. He blew the shavings off again and started adding the leaves and flowers one by one.
"Anyway, we get outta here, you're welcome to come stay a while. I'll be invitin' Tara too--there are lotsa Pagans and hippies in the area, I'm sure she'd run into like-minded people around. Only unfriendly supernatural folk I've run into are the vampires."
"So Tara's outing herself didn't bother you?"
Hugh grinned. "I already know the bad guys have magic. Knowin' the good guys do too is a real pleasant thing for a battle-scarred old fart like me."