Only his shoes were missing.Only his shoes were missing. "Where did you come from?" "Right..." Nickolai turned around, looking back at an unbroken wall of reeds. His appreciation for what was happening to him caught up with the rest of his confusion. "Let me guess. There's no theater back there, is there?" "What kind of theatre?" the voice, belonging to a male Ssphynx with long, shaggy fur that leant him vaguely leonine look. He smiled down at Nickolai. "Stone. Kinda old?" "Nope. Lived here nearly eight centuries and I've never seen nothing like that. Where were you before you came here?" "The Great Hall." "Aye," the Ssphynx said. "You're a long way from home then, aren't you? Name's Kedar." "Nickolai," Nickolai said as he accepted the Ssphynx's hand and rose to a sitting position. "Where am I?" "It's name is Gaerdim," the Ssphynx replied. "I named it when I found it, two centuries ago. It was a dark and dreary day, I remember. Kinda like today. So you came through the Hall. Congratulations, son. I imagine you'd be wanting to head on back towards civilization?" Nickolai nodded. Kedar continued, "Well, I'm afraid the nearest SDisk is twenty kilometers from here, and you'll have to walk to get there. I wouldn't recommend you try it until tomorrow. There's gonna be a hell of a storm tonight. |