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::Sitting on the edge of the fountain, one leg propped up on the ledge with a book resting on it. Euram is scribbling away idly on the empty pages with a combination of terrible poetry and fairly decent drawings::
How redoubtable that this most ::looks at broken walls:: ...tatterdemalion of manors begins to feel more like home. Though, naturally it could never hope to match the beauty of Rainwall especially when my offers to make it better seem to be ignored but it has it's...charms, I suppose.
At least while it is still possible to enjoy the last of the season before it becomes to cold to do so.
How redoubtable that this most ::looks at broken walls:: ...tatterdemalion of manors begins to feel more like home. Though, naturally it could never hope to match the beauty of Rainwall especially when my offers to make it better seem to be ignored but it has it's...charms, I suppose.
At least while it is still possible to enjoy the last of the season before it becomes to cold to do so.