Nolan
All adds up to didn’t
Fri Jul 20, 2018 11:43
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Nolan, who hadn’t counted upon the possibility that Kaye would accept the challenge, cocked an auburn eyebrow. He had been trying to respond to her request with an equally rude one. Could she even show him a memory like that? Unless she’d shaved her head, he didn’t think there was one single event where Kaye had lost her hair; he was under the impression that it was a slowly-going-bald affair, like Uncle Virgil. Either he was wrong about that, or Kaye was messing with him. He was inclined to believe the latter, based on every single interaction he had ever had with Kaye.

Then again, he couldn’t exactly show her the moment when the leg came off either, so they were both gonna be liars here. “Deal,” he agreed, shaking on it. If she didn’t hold up her end of the bargain, well, served him right for believing her, didn’t it? He wasn’t asking for a memory about her hair loss because he desperately wanted to know. If she refused to show him anything related to her hair falling out, as he expected, he’d just mock her for being a scaredy-kneazle. And she’d probably mock him back for something else, which was part of their normal dynamic. No harm done.

They got in line for the Pensieve, and soon enough it was their turn. Per their terms, Nolan raised his wand to his temple first. He summoned the memory of the accident to his attention. “Recordatio,” he said, and extracted a spiderweb strand of silver that coalesced into a misty mound of memory in the bespelled basin.

The nice thing about Kaye—about most disabled people Nolan had met, especially Rob, but also Kaye—was that they didn’t brook with pity. Nolan didn’t either. Waste of time to feel sorry for someone about something they were more than over. Nolan had been back in the saddle (literally) within the month after he’d lost his leg, and he was doing just fine now, so there was no point in anyone else crying over it. Sure, being bipedal would be convenient sometimes, but most of the time it barely bothered him. People like Rob and Kaye didn’t give a murtlap’s tail about pity either.

Nolan knew that when his fellow Aquila watched the memory, she wouldn’t get all “oh how dreadful, I’m so sorry” about it. She’d see a six-year-old Nolan riding The Real Winner, the light-winged sorrel gelding he’d had before Quint, on the ranch. For whatever reason—Nolan wasn’t sure himself and no one else in the family seemed to know—sometimes horses just did that, though—Winner had gotten spooked and decided to buck, and Nolan’s child-sized left leg had slipped through the stirrup and trapped him hanging from the saddle by the knee. Then Winner took off in a panic, dragging Nolan along the ground with him, and that was about where Nolan’s memory ended. It wasn’t a really interesting memory, from his knowledge of the event, but it was what Kaye had asked for, so there she had it.

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