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Dec. 9th, 2007 02:41 amRaguel was good, he found, at traveling under the radar. He didn't usually do it on purpose, but he'd never had a desire to go to ground quite so thoroughly as he did now. Skulking around Los Angeles became skulking around small towns in Nebraska, large towns in Washington, medium towns in New Hampshire. His only thought was to keep moving, keep working on what to do, as Moiraine had suggested. To not give up.
It got harder as the weeks wore on. His function still came upon him, but far less often. Lately he didn't much care whether it did or not.
December now, and there were extra lights in the windows: candles and colored decorations and lamps to guide tipsy departing guests. Raguel tried not to dwell on them. In the early morning silence he tried instead to remember how he'd always liked the sight of the road stretching out, the flatlands, the desert that went on and on as far as he could see. But he'd walked for thousands of years down those paths. Strange how he'd never noticed that an empty sky and a cool wash of desert were so damn lonely.
It got harder as the weeks wore on. His function still came upon him, but far less often. Lately he didn't much care whether it did or not.
December now, and there were extra lights in the windows: candles and colored decorations and lamps to guide tipsy departing guests. Raguel tried not to dwell on them. In the early morning silence he tried instead to remember how he'd always liked the sight of the road stretching out, the flatlands, the desert that went on and on as far as he could see. But he'd walked for thousands of years down those paths. Strange how he'd never noticed that an empty sky and a cool wash of desert were so damn lonely.
