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Apr 16, 2008 13:49

It's that time of year again. The trees are blooming and the air is sweet. Twilight comes late, and with it the many nocturnal sounds of spring. The world feels more alive, somehow ( Read more... )

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a_lioness April 16 2008, 18:23:53 UTC
"They sacrificed themselves for the greater good," says Alanna, solemnly, holding a hand over her heart.

The silence is broken when she surreptitiously slips a finger under her short black wig and scratches.

"Okay. Time to do in another round."

She throws an arm in the air and is ignored. The wig is a very effective disguise. Either that or the types of people who frequent this tavern are far more concerned with the taste of their ale than the person sitting next to them.

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a_lioness April 16 2008, 18:38:41 UTC
"...ow."

So loud the previously slumbering dog by the fire is now beside Raph's chair, wagging his tail expectantly.

Alanna grins. "I don't think he can carry a tray."

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