While the story is on hiatus, that doesn’t stop me from posting some extra content for you guys to enjoy. Here’s another interview meme, this time featuring Len. My first instinct had been to do Kiih, but most of his answers would probably involve, “It’s none of your business, go away.”
BASICS
Name: Len din’Ferago sa’Vienne
Birthdate: Believe it or not, my birthday often falls on the last day of Festival.
Birth Place: A small village at the foot of the Trans-Vienni mountains; I am sure you have not heard of it.
Current Location: The second story of a shop I tend with Mer on the outskirts of Nachtlin proper.
Eye Color: Favorably compared to violet.
Hair Color: Brown.
Height: Not the least bit imposing.
Weight: Sturdy.
Piercing: Several, mostly in my ears. Each one has a meaning.
Tattoos: A few, but I only share them with those I am close to.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None.
Overused Phrase: I have never paid much attention. It probably involves chastising Mercutio.
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9 – Brief Encounters
“I can’t believe I haven’t gotten the chance to berate you sooner,” Mer said as the five of them settled into the plush coach. He had claimed one window seat, with Kiih claiming the one on the far end of the bench, and Ro had settled between them. “Seriously, a real live Worldwalker and you just failed to mention it to me until after she’d left! I’m hurt, really I am.”
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8 – A Visit
Len greeted her with a grin, having changed into a pair of black slacks and a blue shirt to match the one Yuri wore. He had also donned all of the jewelry he’d taken from the dresser, which seemed to include multiple earrings, a couple of discrete silver rings on each hand, and at least one necklace that had been tucked into his shirt. “I’m glad that it fits,” he said. “Are you ready to go?”
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7 – Walkabout
This time was different. She never lost consciousness and was keenly aware of the exact moment where her feet touched the ground. She felt a strange pressure in her chest and a crackling of static electricity as her feet landed softly on the cobblestone street. She opened her eyes to see her hair and Corwyn’s floating around them as though they were both suspended in water. Then the electricity faded, the pressure released, and she stood, hands clasped with Corwyn’s, staring up into his mask-like face.
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4 – A Brief History
Len made a short detour behind the counter, preparing two more cups of tea and a plate with four more delightful pastries before leading Yuri gently to the patio in front of the Sunset Cafe. Through some seemingly miraculous equilibristic feat, he managed to balance both cups (on saucers), a small pitcher of cream, a tiny pot of honey, and the plate while opening the door, then pulling out two chairs. Yuri graciously planted herself in one of the chairs, and Len sat across from her, laying out the tea and pastries in a cheerful spread. He then cocked his hips to one side as he fished around in his pocket and produced a battered silver case and a bedraggled box of matches. “You do not mind, do you?”
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Extras | S. Gates | 
May 17, 2009 2:00 AM | 
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