Sanctity: Afternoon

[notavegetarian]

Having once again returned from an unexplained and possibly pleasant except for the werewolves absence, Zhaan was puttering around the shop, dusting a little. Batou had no brain for dusting, apparently, and had given her a rather puzzled look when she'd asked if he had

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[banikslaveboy]

And then there was a Stark at the door, as there so often was when the shop was open.

"It's cold," was the first thing out of his mouth after opening the door. Followed very quickly by a grin and a hello.

[notavegetarian]

"Mmm." Zhaan smiled at him, she hadn't exactly noticed the cold, if only because of her own ability to adjust her internal temperature. "I like it, though. It gives the promise of spring and new growth after long sleep."

[banikslaveboy]

"Spring is good," Stark agreed. "And I'd rather have the cold than the flooding." Mostly because he couldn't swim. "Still, I miss it being warm."

[notavegetarian]

"As do I." Reaching out a hand, she placed it on his arm. "I miss standing out in the sun, eyes closed and soaking it all up while I listen to everything around me grow."