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[worthtempting]

...the wind changed, today.

I think someone's coming.

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[buffleheaded]

The wind changes all the time.

[worthtempting]

This was a rather particular sort. The last time it's done so was when Christine arrived.

Hello, Imoen.

[buffleheaded]

Good thing people in my family can't find each other that easily.

Heya, Sophie.

[worthtempting]

It's different in our own world. I'm not sure I can really explain it.

Have you been well?

[buffleheaded]

That's fine. It sounds like one of those things that don't make much sense anyway.

Pretty good, pretty good. How about you?

[worthtempting]

No, probably not.

I have been quite well. It's still novel to be able to say so.

[buffleheaded]

Yeah? What all's been going on, other than playing with string?

[worthtempting]

[grinning a bit at that]

I've also managed to have a run-in with some mistletoe, bake a cake, and be invited to move. And our family history, of course. What have you been up to?

[buffleheaded]

Yep, saw the history, and the mistletoe, missed the cake, and you're moving again? Where to?

[worthtempting]

Not entirely moving. I do value my privacy. But I've been invited into Boy's 15, although it was actually rather more like an attempted abduction.

[buffleheaded]

Boy's 15?

[worthtempting]

Mmm. Terry's cabin.

[buffleheaded]

Oh, is that it?

[worthtempting]

That's it.

[not. blushing. really.]

[buffleheaded]

Oh, taking another step?

[worthtempting]

They picked me up, actually.