*** Chapter Two: Maybe Six Feet Ain't So Far Down
The night found the two shaking the heavens, the morning found them in each other's arms, peaceful, content. The day found Sigurd under close surveillance from the cast and crew of the Yggdrazil. He told everyone except Citan he was fine, for he reserved the truth for his love.
A small, dark cloud hung over Sigurd. His mentality was, for the most part, safe. He could still laugh, did not cry, and felt no need to drink. (Heavily, anyway.) He supposed if the little dark cloud refused to leave, he would live and laugh in its face, or run to Citan, who could fix anything and make the world brighter.
Then Sigurd had his floor break under him as Citan was asked to return to Lahan at the same time Sigurd was needed back in Aveh. He and Bart were called on by law or by hunt to be temporary bodyguards. The entire republic passed a law enabling the new officers to kill them both if they did not comply.
As for the doctor, he had received a message reading that someone had something concerning his mother. Of course, he could not resist.
The night found the two shaking the heavens, the morning found them in each other's arms, peaceful, content. The day found Sigurd under close surveillance from the cast and crew of the Yggdrazil. He told everyone except Citan he was fine, for he reserved the truth for his love.
A small, dark cloud hung over Sigurd. His mentality was, for the most part, safe. He could still laugh, did not cry, and felt no need to drink. (Heavily, anyway.) He supposed if the little dark cloud refused to leave, he would live and laugh in its face, or run to Citan, who could fix anything and make the world brighter.
Then Sigurd had his floor break under him as Citan was asked to return to Lahan at the same time Sigurd was needed back in Aveh. He and Bart were called on by law or by hunt to be temporary bodyguards. The entire republic passed a law enabling the new officers to kill them both if they did not comply.
As for the doctor, he had received a message reading that someone had something concerning his mother. Of course, he could not resist.