Author's note: Well, finally a new chapter. I should warn you, I'm a very sporadic updater. But here it is.
Oh, and if you enjoy Evin and Miri stories you might want to check my new fic called "Second Chance", it's not just conversations but a full story, complete with a setting, a plot and all that fun stuff.
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Two new conversations:
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"Miri?"
"Mmmhmm?
"Do you ever think about when you're going to die? You know, when the Black God will check your name off in the Book of the Dead?
"Evin! Why in Mithro's name are you going on about such a morbid subject now?"
"Well, it's just, at times like these that I really feel his hand close."
"It's not possible to die of boredom."
"Are you sure?"
"Evin! Shut up; Buri's giving us her stare of death again. We can't get kicked out of this ceremony too."
"Oh, right. I forgot."
"I'm sure you did."
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"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a horrible sewer?"
"Really? My mother always said I was the best sewer out of all her boys."
"I thought you only have sisters?"
"Exactly."
"What? I'm confused."
"Confused is good. It's distracting you from the horrible job I'm doing on your arm."
"You're not doing too bad a job, it's just… a little zigzaggy."
"You could wait for a healer."
"No, there are others hurt worse than me who need their help. Keep going."
"Alright. Maybe I'll make crisscrosses next."
"Oooh, don't make me laugh, Evin."
"Sorry, just my natural talent, I guess."