It's early of a Spring morning, and in the stillness before the general population is up and about, Haleth has made her way to the kitchen for -- what else? -- tea. Not even the recent crackplot can deter her from her anti-drug of choice, a fresh-poured mug of which she holds cupped in both hands against the morning chill. She would definitely not ( Read more... )

It's a nice day for November, so here's Haleth, in anachronistic jeans and a sweater, seeming very intent on the trunk of one particular tree. If someone was to come closer, they might see that she's less inspecting the bark as digging out a collection small daggers embedded in it. She's been practicing her aim. :D

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All of us, in life, fear death, for we fear the unknown and fear ending. But it comes to all of us, for that is our nature, and there is strength, and dignity in knowing that this is a part of ourselves and in facing the stranger with a steady spirit ( Read more... )