Feb 25, 2011 22:26
It is very early morning.
By the fireplace, Teja is playing his harp, making his way through several songs that please him, from the future.
The remains of his breakfast are on a table at his side -- some bread, a bowl that contained some last spoonfuls of moretum, and a few small pieces of cured meat, which Count the cat is eyeing.
Very carefully.