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Apr 08, 2008 06:48

Oh, my poor back...

If I can still mount a horse by myself, I'm certainly capable of having a -fine- back...damn bones.

Damn feet...out of the way, Katrina--

Damn everything. Where did I put those...ahah. Lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders, wouldn't I. Don't know how a grown woman could lose four large swords...

[light clattering, and the drop of an exceptionally heavy bag]

A ride, a stiff drink, then onto the fields again, what say...early, isn't it...spot of tea. Then that drink.

[light mewing..a sigh]

Oh, what a -look-! I'll feed you before I leave, Katrina...poor deprived spoiled thing. Bof.

[rustling fabric and a distinct crack]

Oh. My poor back...

[ooc: Cursed Ana! Getting on in age, sort've future mentality as well, swarthy woman she is. <3 Also, super late/early. XD Bedtime. Tags when I wake?]

affected, harry dresden, drinks?, older!ana, cor my bones are weary, training, equus, archery, damn back, back to work again, curse, roommates, katrina, bloody ridiculous

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