SAMUEL
Stretch out my life
And pick the seams out
Sam peered at the door; the angle he was at didn't give him much more information, but the longer he looked at the little hole, the more memories came back of the first time he'd been on a search for the Prince. How the creature had been able to slip through the smallest gaps with an apparent ease - and now that he thought of it, there was a lot of slime surrounding this door.
He heard what Wessex said, but chose to focus on the door right now instead; still wanting to make a friendly approach if they could, he got as close as he could (making sure to avoid the slime around the door; he'd learnt it was not pleasant stuff) and called out softly, hoping to be heard through the door: "Prince? ....Emyr? Are you in there? It's me, Samuel, um, you might remember me - I don't want to do you any harm. We're here to help you."
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Sam leans in close to the door (as close as he can get without touching slime) and calls out for the Prince through it.
He heard what Wessex said, but chose to focus on the door right now instead; still wanting to make a friendly approach if they could, he got as close as he could (making sure to avoid the slime around the door; he'd learnt it was not pleasant stuff) and called out softly, hoping to be heard through the door: "Prince? ....Emyr? Are you in there? It's me, Samuel, um, you might remember me - I don't want to do you any harm. We're here to help you."
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Sam leans in close to the door (as close as he can get without touching slime) and calls out for the Prince through it.
take what you like
but close my ears and eyes
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