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[ironside_pixie]

If perchance, there was some kind of device that could allow you to see misery, much like infra-red, you might just be seeing a massive build-up of it curled in that chair by the fire. Hair not brushed. Food not eaten. Coffee not drunk. Kaye chews on her nails, glaring at the unlit fire.

She can't be bothered with glamour today. What was the point? So green, winged, Pixie girl feeling sorry for herself.

Cheer her up or at least slap some sense into her :D