So, since I can kinda bend my arm again--

[taennyn]

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Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.

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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
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"accents of gold and black" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[taennyn]

The grafayina was rich; richer than Irina's father and all the friends of her father's she'd ever met. Even the servants' quarters were decorated, accented with black and gold atop the grey-sealed walls, and it made Irina's back itch to see it.

She'd been taken to several places most didn't dare go, and need had forced her into several others much against her will. In all of them the walls had talked, crooned lullabies or rapped out sharp commands to leave their spaces alone, and more than a few of them had been decorated as lushly, if faded far by age and neglect. They'd echoed, empty and uninhabited.

So why did this warmly furnished room in a bustling town give her the chills?

Re: "accents of gold and black" - Falcons' Feathers, Irina

[billradish]

So why did this warmly furnished room in a bustling town give her the chills?

Telling reaction, that.