Feb 24, 2007 00:07
*The back door opens, and Thom drifts in. He looks terrible: wet through with snow, wearing last week's thin black clothes. He goes on bare feet to a table, sits down, and rests his chin in his hands; closes his eyes.
After a few minutes, he shivers, opens them, and orders Atlantean.*
delia of eldorne,
xas,
thom of trebond,
raguel