A SECRET PASTIME.

[a_bloodspeaker]

[Adra is in the woods: specifically, he is in a pond in the woods, half-naked, humming to himself.  The tattoos on his body are glowing a light blue as he bends over a set of lilypads, fiddling with a number of twigs.  A chorus of frogs accompanies him,  hopping out of the water and onto the pads occasionally, and he seems quite soothed by their

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i'm on a hearthstone radio, i'm on a hearthstone, whoa-o, raadio~

[aurefion]

[Was that just a soft laugh coming through your hearthstone? Oh, I think it was.]

[aurefion]

But you keep such polite company, Magister!

[a_bloodspeaker]

We all have our weaknesses.

[aurefion]

[More chuckling]

[a_bloodspeaker]

Just go about your assuredly bland and close-minded business, woman!