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Dreams about Roger used to make Alanna worried, angry or cold. The latest astounded her, left her speechless as she reviewed each word and gesture and sound, true, but the worst that could be said of it is that since the dream, Alanna has been annoyingly quiet and introspective.
Tonight she's claimed a comfortable armchair by the fire and is seated with one foot propped on the opposite knee. A cup of coffee is cupped loosely in her hand, and her sword is within easy reach. Technically she's on duty, but unless one of the flames jumps out of the fireplace to accost a patron, she's not likely to notice much of what's going on around her.
That's how it looks, anyway.
[OOC: Car keys bait for ofthosegoodold, but open to all!]
Tonight she's claimed a comfortable armchair by the fire and is seated with one foot propped on the opposite knee. A cup of coffee is cupped loosely in her hand, and her sword is within easy reach. Technically she's on duty, but unless one of the flames jumps out of the fireplace to accost a patron, she's not likely to notice much of what's going on around her.
That's how it looks, anyway.
[OOC: Car keys bait for ofthosegoodold, but open to all!]