(no subject)
It's cold outside. This is not ideal. In protest, Yrael is occupying the couch nearest the fireplace, in which a crackling fire has been set (much to the delight of the fishes therein and to the approval of the not'cat). So he basks contentedly in the heat from the fire, occasionally sipping from his glass of Atlantean wine as he studies the history and music of the Tuvan people in southern Siberia.
Despite the turn of the seasons, existence is good.
(ooc: Mun needs saving from a dead-day at work.)
Despite the turn of the seasons, existence is good.
(ooc: Mun needs saving from a dead-day at work.)