I'd hope so. [kickyfeet. not sorry at all.<3] It's sunshine yellow. Great blue butterflies all over, and the texture's very fine.
[they're what.] Really. You'd think they were trying to send some sort of message. Ha, don't tell me Ivan's finally ready to tie the knot? Who's the lucky Moiran? ...But now that you mention it, I do remember that from the Bothari-Jezeks' ceremony. Grain all over the floor, and no, we scrounged up local substitutes for the maple mead.
Maybe you ought.~
[oh, absolutely, a very private costume party.... Bel can't bring themself to give that line the response it deserves; Miles wouldn't have let it out of the gate. it makes such a lovely mental picture, though.]
Hmf. They've never seen that costume in action.
[but the fleet feels just a little closer, knowing it's there.]
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[they're what.] Really. You'd think they were trying to send some sort of message. Ha, don't tell me Ivan's finally ready to tie the knot? Who's the lucky Moiran? ...But now that you mention it, I do remember that from the Bothari-Jezeks' ceremony. Grain all over the floor, and no, we scrounged up local substitutes for the maple mead.
Maybe you ought.~
[oh, absolutely, a very private costume party.... Bel can't bring themself to give that line the response it deserves; Miles wouldn't have let it out of the gate.
it makes such a lovely mental picture, though.]Hmf. They've never seen that costume in action.
[but the fleet feels just a little closer, knowing it's there.]