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Thea Harman could tell you a lot of things. She could tell you how to sense a tree's life force. She could tell you how to heal one. She could speak tales of demon possession and masks buried beneath rosemary bushes - so that she would never forget.
She could talk about falling in love with someone your exact opposite; a bitter darkness to your gentle edge (hidden softness and things worth fighting for). Right now, the only thing she was likely to (not) tell you was the secret of making the world's most delicious chocolate chip muffins. There was a basket of them in front of her, pushed to the edge of the table to encourage people to take one. She wasn't in the habit of moping and it had led to baking. Come appreciate or insult!
[OOC: Hitting bed soon, kids. If your pup knows Thea and wants to thread with her a couple times more before she's retired. Hit me up. I should be around tomorrow night for some more threading.]
She could talk about falling in love with someone your exact opposite; a bitter darkness to your gentle edge (hidden softness and things worth fighting for). Right now, the only thing she was likely to (not) tell you was the secret of making the world's most delicious chocolate chip muffins. There was a basket of them in front of her, pushed to the edge of the table to encourage people to take one. She wasn't in the habit of moping and it had led to baking. Come appreciate or insult!
[OOC: Hitting bed soon, kids. If your pup knows Thea and wants to thread with her a couple times more before she's retired. Hit me up. I should be around tomorrow night for some more threading.]