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[sed_en_ta_ry]

Sometime earlier in the night a petite young woman had slipped quietly through the door. She was wearing the usual rather fluffy sort of dress, and aside from her usual reticule that matched her shoes, she also had a foldover leatherbound journal as well as a cobalt blue quill pen

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[feederofpigeons]

Enter stage left: Control.

"Oh, hello!"

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She blinked up at the greeting, then smiled, capping the inkwell once more and blotting the quill on a scrunched up tissue, "Good evening."

[feederofpigeons]

"You seem to be writing something in that journal you have on the table there." Control said. "Would it be too out of my boundaries if I were to ask what you were writing?"

[sed_en_ta_ry]

She beamed at that, "Oh not at all, it's something I said I'd do for a friend. He wanted to know some of the music from my time and this is the easiest way to get it to him."

She said, turning the book around and sliding it closer so that he could see it.

It was the lyrics to Cruel Mistress on that page, though she'd gotten quite a few others written down already.