Welcome to Edensphere. Did you like that thing I sent you?
Characters: Lezard (flenceburgsbest) and Carmen/Mona Lisa (vile_queen)
Date/Time: Backdate to March 1, afternoon
Location: The Hall Of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for implied nudity
Summary: It's time for afternoon tea, and apparently familiar faces! It's too bad Lezard doesn't know exactly what happened to the gift he'd sent...
Three minutes. No more, no less. Any more and it becomes decidedly bitter. Any less and you're drinking warm water. Even in the manner of tea, Lezard had it down to a science, pulling the sugar bowl closer to him as he pondered adding a little less sugar than usual this time. He wasn't quite the type for sweet teas, but some needed that extra little... tidbit.
The mage looked out over the sea of cocoons as they occasionally uttered a sickening squirming noise, gave a twitch, or did nothing at all. He'd all ready noted that Edensphere had a birthing pattern... every other month there would be periods of sterility, then fertility, and the newborns arrived in droves. He wondered if he ought to file away his notes from the previous month, of a very unstable Wilderness that changed daily, then became nothing at all.
There was a lot to consider, including his dealings in the Black Market. His time was growing tighter, less manageable, and he idly pondered a decision he'd been 'on the fence' about for quite some time. He cared little for their affairs, after all.
But his stream of thought came to halt as he stretched an arm for the teapot, pouring his first cup of the afternoon. As he pulled the silver tea ball from the pot, he paused at a peculiar, familiar sound of hatching...
Date/Time: Backdate to March 1, afternoon
Location: The Hall Of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for implied nudity
Summary: It's time for afternoon tea, and apparently familiar faces! It's too bad Lezard doesn't know exactly what happened to the gift he'd sent...
Three minutes. No more, no less. Any more and it becomes decidedly bitter. Any less and you're drinking warm water. Even in the manner of tea, Lezard had it down to a science, pulling the sugar bowl closer to him as he pondered adding a little less sugar than usual this time. He wasn't quite the type for sweet teas, but some needed that extra little... tidbit.
The mage looked out over the sea of cocoons as they occasionally uttered a sickening squirming noise, gave a twitch, or did nothing at all. He'd all ready noted that Edensphere had a birthing pattern... every other month there would be periods of sterility, then fertility, and the newborns arrived in droves. He wondered if he ought to file away his notes from the previous month, of a very unstable Wilderness that changed daily, then became nothing at all.
There was a lot to consider, including his dealings in the Black Market. His time was growing tighter, less manageable, and he idly pondered a decision he'd been 'on the fence' about for quite some time. He cared little for their affairs, after all.
But his stream of thought came to halt as he stretched an arm for the teapot, pouring his first cup of the afternoon. As he pulled the silver tea ball from the pot, he paused at a peculiar, familiar sound of hatching...