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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly & Kitty & you
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk

Prompts in comments my pretties. If none of em catch your fancy, then just throw up something that does.

Comments

closed to Gwen

[bouchonne]

[ By is in his office in a rare moment of quiet, rubbing his chin as he looks over some papers. At his elbow is a cup of - perhaps shockingly - not wine, not brandy, but the infusion of roasted roots that tastes a little like coffee and so has come to be a sad substitute. The door is not open, but it is ajar - company not invited, but clearly won't be turned away, either. ]

[elegiaque]

Byerly,

( there is a distinct sway to her, in the doorway of his office, for once not trailed by elderly sword-arms or over-large dogs or the half-naked cat that stalks this floor in her absence—she has almost certainly already had a drink or several before growing tired of her own company.

she holds up one finger. )

If you say one clever thing about being in your company, I will turn around and leave again.