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[pink_sombrera]

Commala-come-coo/The wind'll blow ye through/Ye gotta go where ka's wind blows/'Cause there's nothing else to do.

Sheemie is curled up in his favourite place by the fire, Capi the kitten asleep in his lap as usual. His eyes are open, but distant, dreaming.

Commala-ka-kate/We're in the hands of fate./No matter if it's real or not,/The hour

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[red_mare]

One does not last long as a dreamer and the midwife of the Mother-of-All without having some sense of changes coming. Jah-lila spent long this morning working up her nerve, ere she finally mustered enough of it to pace her way into the bar.

And ah, there, a scent she recognizes- no, two- make that three. The fire, and the tiny pard, and the man. With the greatest of care she navigates the tables and chairs, heading in Sheemie's direction.

[pink_sombrera]

Hard for him not to notice that, even distracted as he is. He looks up, and raises a hand in solemn greeting to the unicorn.

[red_mare]

Jah-lila lets out a soft whinny of greeting, dipping her head. "Emwe," she greets quietly. "You seem well- I hope I do not disturb you?"

[pink_sombrera]

"Never in life, sai Jah-lila. How do'ee fare?"