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[twoswordjuniper]

Helen doesn’t like it. Or at least she acts like she doesn’t. She’s bored by the snow and ice, the endless expanses of white all year long. But she doesn’t say anything about going back toward the south where there are summers and fields and grasses and trees and people. And booze. She thinks it, you know, but she never says it. Not yet. There is

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[sonvisage]

Deneve.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Iolanthe.

[video l private]

[sonvisage]

Would no one remember?

[That just doesn't seem fair. It's troubling. So have a segue. This is what people do, isn't it?]

It was snowing on the edges of the city. Just in one place.

[video l private]

[twoswordjuniper]

No.

[Simple as that.]

Is it?

[Not sure how to feel about that. It probably can't be good. There are those here who seem to like the winter even more than she does]

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[applelimber]

Hey. Dene.

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[twoswordjuniper]

Hm. Helen?

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[applelimber]

I did hate it. But...it could've been worse.

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[twoswordjuniper]

We could have been dead.

[She says it coolly, almost blankly, but she does still feel very strongly about the comrades they lost in the North. More than most people might think her capable of feeling.]

Video.

[onequarter]

You and Rigaldo have more in common than expected.

Video.

[twoswordjuniper]

Really.

[So not amused at this comparison, Clare.]

Video.

[onequarter]

Hm.

Video.

[twoswordjuniper]

Have you come to know him so well?