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[cursdwriter]

[[Fakir places a light kiss on his sleeping fiancee's forehead, leaving his gift for her on their sidetable. On the desk, he picks up his quill, and his book, and heads outside.

He sits at the foot of a tall tree overlooking the lake, and begins to write.]]

[ ooc: Gift is also an apology over their first argument, and feel free to ask him what he's doing. ]