*It seems that Yrael felt like a little music, tonight. Half-sitting on a barstool, with his cup of tea on the bar behind him, he plays. The song is a tripping little dance, Yrael's deft fingers playing upon the strings of the violin as the bow flashes through the air. The tune carries a simple joy with it, happiness and contentment in the ( Read more... )

*Meg's sitting comfortably at a booth in the bar, engaged in sewing ribbons to two pairs of small ballet slippers.

If certain people - say, any students of hers - were to approach, these shoes would vanish LIKE THE WIND.

Meg is crafty like that.*

Bar thinks Rachel should be sleeping.

She doesn't happen to agree.

So, there's a hero, complete with spandex, sitting cross legged on the bar with the usaul mug of beef broth.

She seems to be arguing with Bar.

About dresses.

They've agreed on green.

[OOM: Preparations] Yes, there really has been getting ready for the wedding. You've just not seen it. *shifty*

*Someone forgot that those catnip plants by the lake would be blooming.*

*That someone just tripped over an invisible dustbunny and is trying in vain to get back on his feet. His predicament is frankly hilarious. To him, anyway. He's laughing like a fool.*

Lærke is trying to sit daintily in a chair. However, this is difficult when one's feet do not touch the floor. So instead there is squirming and sighing, twisting and kneeling on the chair, flopping back down, and looking just generally bored and restless as she watches the Bar crowd ( Read more... )

Gavroche paid attention, the other day, when he was talking to Matt Truman, and listened to his description of Sharpe. So, when he spotted him on his security shift, he went over to introduce himself.

They're sitting together having a chat over milkshakes, now. The milkshakes are Gavroche's fault.

Tag one or both.

Lærke is once again at the fire, practicing her needlework.
With a SHINY NEW BASKET! next to her.
Well, not shiny, but it's wonderful all the same.
And it's hers.

OOC: Had to run with Many Things To Do, slowtime please?

Right. It has been an interesting week, particularly due to the progression (and woe) of some slowtimes.

So here is Wellard, sans papers or books! And brooding over a cup of tea.

((Do to work and IRL, these OOMs are very backdated. But cute, and so here they are.))

After Svava and Yrael came back from Belisaere, Archie welcomes Svava back home in their flat. Rated S for schmoop and ftd. The next morning, Lærke wakes up the returned Svava and they look though the things Svava bought at the festival. Rated A for Aw.