( There was sunlight in my eyes, and a scent of earth and woodsmoke. )

( 'Salt,' Clarissant says, sprinkling it. 'There's the stone.' )

Outside again today, in the makeshift shed beside the house, sanding down what looks to be half a bench for the living room (still furnished mostly with cushions and good intentions): scruffy, sweaty, his sleeves rolled up against the heat. For once he seems at ease.

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Quiet day, with the sun high in a clear sky. At least it's quiet in places that are not the cottage beyond the woods, which is as briskly busy as one rather slight young man can make it in his determination to make up for an unnaturally subdued brother. It could be called a semblance of normality, if normal life in this household were ever half ( Read more... )

It's light out long enough, now, that Alice can just make the house before dark. In the gathering dusk, the windows are bright. The door stands slightly open, and from within there are the sounds of a good-natured argument.

Click boxes. You know you want to. Or just tell me what you really think.

( edit: for future reference. ha )

Delivery for you, sweet sister.