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Outside, by the lake, there were a great many trees. Only one of those trees housed a sleeping Daughter of the Clayr beneath it.
Lirael was dozing, sun dappling across her cheeks leaving shadows from the leaves of the tree. A book lay open on her chest, it's spine thankfully still in tact. It read 'Olde Creatures.' It probably won't take a lot to wake her.
[OOC: It's been a while and I'm a bit rusty/lacking in access to canon right now. Open for slowtimes all day and forever as I'll be running back and forth from various things!]
Lirael was dozing, sun dappling across her cheeks leaving shadows from the leaves of the tree. A book lay open on her chest, it's spine thankfully still in tact. It read 'Olde Creatures.' It probably won't take a lot to wake her.
[OOC: It's been a while and I'm a bit rusty/lacking in access to canon right now. Open for slowtimes all day and forever as I'll be running back and forth from various things!]