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Feb 25, 2007 23:30

The dear Lady Maeve has gotten herself an ice tea, and is toying with making it icier. Dip the finger into the water, watch as ice forms on the crust, then tap it to break it into small shards. Idle fun.

Which reminds her.

She raises her head, gazing around the bar. So many mortals, so little time. Some of her threads are still here, and some need some working on.

So, who here needs a wish granted?

maeve, goliath

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