Multipup post -- outside
Before coming out to the forge, Teja had made sure his notice was still in place. Now, he has exchanged his armour and royal purple cloak for a leather jerkin and apron again, and is polishing a sword -- short as a Roman gladius, but somewhat narrower, two-edged, and made out of the folded steel. Now working slowly with soft sandstone, as his book says, he is getting an edge unlike any that he's ever had on a sword he has made.
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Asar-Suti is putting up Christmas ornaments in some parts of the gardens -- little twinkling lights that nest in the bare trees and bushes. He makes them by magic and puts them in their place, to twinkle all the time until the twelfth day after the holiday. Some, but not all, of the lights are purple. Asar-Suti is actually happy -- this is home, the magic library is upstairs, the sound of hammering and grinding from the forge provides a pleasing counterpoint to the little hissing noises as his magic comes into being, and when he is done, he will go inside and pester his faun for some really pleasant hot drink.
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Tower is by the lake, smoking a big cigar and watching birds fly. There will be no Christmas truce for fate, he thinks, watching the little purple god put up his decorations, gleeful as a child. Even the warrior king in his forge is content, he notices, working away in the belief that his story is done. But stories are never done, and fate will always hold yet another reversal for you. Tower knows that.
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Asar-Suti is putting up Christmas ornaments in some parts of the gardens -- little twinkling lights that nest in the bare trees and bushes. He makes them by magic and puts them in their place, to twinkle all the time until the twelfth day after the holiday. Some, but not all, of the lights are purple. Asar-Suti is actually happy -- this is home, the magic library is upstairs, the sound of hammering and grinding from the forge provides a pleasing counterpoint to the little hissing noises as his magic comes into being, and when he is done, he will go inside and pester his faun for some really pleasant hot drink.
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Tower is by the lake, smoking a big cigar and watching birds fly. There will be no Christmas truce for fate, he thinks, watching the little purple god put up his decorations, gleeful as a child. Even the warrior king in his forge is content, he notices, working away in the belief that his story is done. But stories are never done, and fate will always hold yet another reversal for you. Tower knows that.
[[OOC: Please say in your tag whom you want! If you are tagging Tower for the first time, make sure you have seen his user info. Thanks!]]