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The door opens, and River steps into the bar. She moves in slow, dancer's steps, silent and barefoot. She's wearing the long brown duster that was Roland's once, over a purple sundress that sways around her knees in floating layers.
Her eyes are on the daisy petals strewn an inch deep across the floor. They rise in puffs and swirls with each step, and settle to earth again as her foot falls.
[OOC: Why yes, this is another Objects In Space-style thread. Please, anyone, tag in! But make sure to read this back-room post first.]
Her eyes are on the daisy petals strewn an inch deep across the floor. They rise in puffs and swirls with each step, and settle to earth again as her foot falls.
[OOC: Why yes, this is another Objects In Space-style thread. Please, anyone, tag in! But make sure to read this back-room post first.]