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[_estsanatlehi_]

Ana, or rather Lehi just at the moment, had had a busy day, relearning how to use a bow and arrows instead of throwing knives. He was still better with the knives, but was quietly making arrowheads at one of the smaller tables over near the window, chipping carefully away at shards of obsidian, a small bundle of already feathered shafts off to one

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[cheevy]

A certain poet who's been in the bar all day spots Lehi, and does indeed wish to interrupt.

He wanders over, dressed in a poofysweater and clutching a notebook in his arms, looking rather younger than his 25 years. Pretty little D'Artagnan has shrunk himself down almost as tiny as a wren and is sleeping on one of his shoulders.

"...Ana?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

He blinked up at that, then smiled, "Miniver, have a seat, been a while." Well, sort of. One of those time-pretzel things y'know.

A waitrat was flagged down and another jar of applemash ordered. It was tradition to drink it out of jam jars, it was just how it worked.

"How've you been?"

[cheevy]

"Oh jeeze. Complicated," Miniver answers as he gratefully takes a seat. "Like I've been on the top of the world and the bottom and shit so... heh. How about you?"

He gently scoops his teenybird off his shoulder and holds the dozing kestrel in cupped hands, stroking his back feathers with one thumb and letting Lehi see him better.

[_estsanatlehi_]

D'aww! Tinybird!

He smiled, reaching out to stroke the bird's head gently, "None too bad on my end of things I suppose. Same as always." And he was right back to chipping away carefully at the shard of obsidian he was working with, "Anything I should know about? Well, y'know, anything you feel like sharing?"