[ See, though they were all small, and lacking in resources, they had power. Their powers, and if there was one thing Silco had learned since he had arrived here several months ago -- was it almost a year? -- was that embracing power was the way to make sure that one got their way. That was his aim, here. He was not the fastest, the strongest, but he had -- power.
And most, though they had perhaps walked right by him from time to time, had no idea. He lurks near where one of the Meridian-aligned stood, open and admiring what was probably a dear photograph, the way he was looking it over, the way he'd watched someone bring it to him. One of those treasured items, then?
His silent steps crept over the earth, invisible, soft-soled shoes silent on the dirt. He walked close, quiet as the grave, and reached out, and plucked it from D's fingers. Surely it wasn't that precious, right? ]
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And most, though they had perhaps walked right by him from time to time, had no idea. He lurks near where one of the Meridian-aligned stood, open and admiring what was probably a dear photograph, the way he was looking it over, the way he'd watched someone bring it to him. One of those treasured items, then?
His silent steps crept over the earth, invisible, soft-soled shoes silent on the dirt. He walked close, quiet as the grave, and reached out, and plucked it from D's fingers. Surely it wasn't that precious, right? ]