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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
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.
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[ And yet she finds that, for some reason, that comes out of her throat low and rough. She finds that her gaze on him is doleful, and that her hands are clenched together. Which is so utterly, dreadfully inconvenient, because that makes it seem like she does care. It makes it seem like there's something hard and tight and painful in her chest, like there's a dizziness swirling in the back of her head that she can't name or understand. Which there's not.
She gets up, soon as the boat bumps against the dock, even before they're moored. The boat sways dangerously under her foot as she climbs out, stepping on the edge, heedless of the danger of tipping - but it stays upright, and she scampers out, agile as any cabin boy, fleet-footed and able. And she doesn't look round as she goes. ]