the lawn - tuesday morning before classes - 3/25
It was a bit chilly out, but Liir was on the lawn with notebook in hand. He was attempting something of an experiment, mostly since his previous attempts at writing a letter back to his-- to Shell had proved a miserable failure. As such, he was both working on some math and budgeting while trying to write the letter; some of his magic texts had suggested that the mind occasionally was more helpful when distracted by something else.
And Ozma knew, anything was worth a shot at this point.
The location had been picked with that thought in mind as well: a bit cool, outdoors, with the wind and the grass... Not too easy to be distracted, except by a chill, and the cloak he had on (Karal's, not the Witch's) took care of that well enough.
[put up for one, but open obviously; everyone else is BEFORE the big brother, though] [eta: a touch of foul language in the michael thread]
And Ozma knew, anything was worth a shot at this point.
The location had been picked with that thought in mind as well: a bit cool, outdoors, with the wind and the grass... Not too easy to be distracted, except by a chill, and the cloak he had on (Karal's, not the Witch's) took care of that well enough.
[put up for one, but open obviously; everyone else is BEFORE the big brother, though] [eta: a touch of foul language in the michael thread]