From e0c1db6f1da7eb9f78a9c0f4570093570bdb246c Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2021 22:55:05 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md | 6 +++--- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md index b1dfbc05..80a97d2d 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/local/codrin/002.md @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ # Codrin Bălan --- 2346 -It took both Dear and its partner to talk Codrin down from eir desire to simply get right to work. +It took both both eir partners to talk Codrin down from eir desire to simply get right to work. *"My dear, if, as he said, Tycho was going to take a nap, perhaps you ought to do the same."* @@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ There was a small click and then a ray of further red light spread out from a do "Thanks for having me," ey said, sitting on the offered chair while Tycho claimed the edge of the bed. Once the door was shut, a switch shifted the red light to a normal, warm desk lamp. "I should've mentioned that I'd be coming over, first." -He waved away the apology. "I knew you'd be here, though I didn't know when?" +He waved away the apology. "I knew you'd be here, though I didn't know when." Codrin paused in the middle of unscrewing the lid to the thermos. "You knew?" @@ -106,7 +106,7 @@ Tycho's eyes grew wide. "Do you think that's what she's getting at with the refe Ey shrugged. "Who knows. Probably both, honestly. Maybe there's even some reference that we're missing. She's True Name, there really is no way of telling." -Nodding, Tycho scooted back on the bed until his back was to the wall, then brought his knees up to his chest. He looked small to Codrin, somehow diminished after the events of the last...goodness, had it only been a day? Diminished, yes, and younger, though he'd always looked as though he was not yet out of his thirties in his well-groomed salt-and-pepper hair and well-kept beard. +Nodding, Tycho scooted back on the bed until his back was to the wall, then brought his knees up to his chest. He looked small to Codrin, somehow diminished after the events of the last...goodness, had it only been a day? Diminished, yes, and younger, though he'd always looked as though he was not yet out of his forties in his well-groomed salt-and-pepper hair and well-kept beard. They sat in silence for a while. Codrin could not guess what the astronomer was thinking about, though ey could see his eyes occasionally darting this way and that, as though connecting one idea to another in the air as well as in his head.