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Sarah was sitting at one of the smaller tables near the observation window, she had a tablet of graph paper and a large set of colored felt pens and was marking patterns in the squares.

She liked doing free-hand work when it came to beading, but some things didn't work freehand, they needed a pattern. Though if the crumpled pages scattered around are any indication, the patterns didn't seem to be cooperating much that day.

Go ahead and ask her what she's doing, or bring her some lunch, or both, she won't bite.

(~~lunchtime post, teh usual, about twenty minutes solid, and then I get banished to the den of internetconnectionlessness until uh... like 7.30ish PST, so, yeah slowtime in effect.~~ Homenow ^_^)

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Lust smiled as she saw her and headed in her direction. "Hello, Sarah. How are you?"

Sarah blinked up at the voice, then smiled, "Well hello beautiful. Doing alright. How's tricks?"

"Pretty well the same. Trying to get my hands on a Stone." She peers curiously at the paper. "What are you doing?"

She smiled, holding up the paper to an easier to see angle, "Indian rug patterns. Harder to do with beads than weaving, since the patterns have to be set down first, and I like working without patterns."

She shrugged, "I'll get them worked out eventually."

"I would certainly like to see it once you have it complete," she says.

Sarah smiled, shaking her sweatersleeve back from her wrist to show the wide beadwork bracelet there, it had a feather pattern, a thunderbird feather no less, "That's how they turn out in the end. Well, these will be rug-patterns instead of a feather, but that's the basic idea."

She gently took Sarah's arm and examined the beadwork. "That is very beautiful," she exclaimed. Naturally she caressed her wrist slightly.

And, naturally, Sarah didn't mind at all, she smiled slightly, nodding, "Glad you think so. One of those things I do to keep myself busy when I'm not saving the world. It's soothing busywork."

"I may be gone for a while. I have a hint on the location of a Philosopher's Stone."

Sarah blinked, then smiled, "Well, that's a good thing, right? I mean, you've been looking for one."

She paused then, "Wait, let me guess, journey's going to be fraught with peril and danger lurking around every corner, right?"

"I don't know much about what they call their 'Wizardling World,' but I would hope for a quiet journey."

Sarah stopped herself before adding 'not all that leave on the journy will come back alive' because, really, that was too much doom, even for her.

She just nodded, smiling again, "Sounds like it'll be interesting at least."

"I will see about picking up a trinket for you while I am there," she offers with a smile.

Sarah smiled once more, "You don't have to." Her smile spread just a bit further, "But I wouldn't object too strongly if you wanted to."

She smiles and leans in, a couple inches short of kissing distance; she caresses the underside of Sarah's jaw from her throat to the tip of her chin. "I want to."

Sarah smiled as well, arching her chin into the other woman's fingers slightly, voice having dipped just a little, "Well then I won't object too strongly."

"Methinks she doth protest too much," she purrs softly.

Sarah laughed softly, shaking her head, "That was the extent of my objections."

She continued rubbing under her chin. "It's too much even so." She closed the distance slightly between their lips, inviting Sarah to finish the move.

Which she did, making a content little sound in the back of her throat, one hand braced flat against the tabletop, the other trailing the backs of her knuckles up along the arch of Lust's shoulder.

She sighed softly as the kiss ended, resting her forehead lightly against Sarah's. "I'll miss you."

She made another warm sound in the back of her throat, "Well, y'know, more than likely I'll be here when you get back."

"All the better reason to quickly return."

Sarah's smile returned full beam, "I'd like to think so."

"I know I think so too." She licked Sarah's lips quickly.

Another soft laugh, returning the almost catlike sign of affection, "Well, things work better when there's an agreement, yes?"

"Yes, they do." She caresses Sarah's cheek and ear softly, kissing her again.

And, sometime later, there is a Magius, wandering, who smiles when he sees her.

"Hello, Sarah."

Sarah blinked up at the voice, having finally managed to get one of the patterns to work with the dot matrix effect.

She smiled, "Well hello stranger, how've you been?"

He grins and gestures, softly whispering a word. A chair flies over and spolips under him as he sits.

"I have been quite well. And you?"

Sarah didn't register this at first, but when she did she sat up straighter, "You just... but you..." She shook her head, "You're doing much better apparently." She was trying her hardest to wrestle her smile down, but it wasn't working quite so well as she'd hoped.

He grins and he lifts a hand again and chants a word, soft and clear.

And there is a coil of white and then there is a pile of white roses on the table in front of Sarah.

"you could say that."

he grins.

She laughed aloud then, shaking her head, "That's fantastic!" She paused then, brow creasing slightly, "So is it just you, or is everyone better?"

"Everyone."

He Speaks a word and the flowers are gone and are now a white dress, suitably Sarah scandalous, sitting there oin the table.

"For you, my friend."

He shakes his head.

"All is done and well now."

She grinned ever brighter, "This." She said, shaking out the dress, inspecting the shape of it before grinning, "Is spectacular." She'd have to wear it next time she was planning on karaoke, because with the right amount of spangle, a gypsy shawl perhaps, it would be perfect.

"Comnsider it a twelfth night gift, a celebration of life and hope."

He smiles.

"Have you been well?"

She was still smiling as she folded it carefully, "I'll have to wear it in sometime. And I've been quite well. Bored, but even in sunny California it rains sometimes, and that's been keeping us all inside."

Her smile tilted, gone crooked, "Well, most of us."

He eyes the smile.

"Oh?"

She shrugged, settling back and capping the pen she'd been working with, "Some of us happen to like the rain."

He chuckles.

"And happen to look good in it as well, I imagine."

He smiles.

"What is your project here?"

Sarah laughed softly, shaking her head, "I suppose I look as good in the rain as I do in anything else."

She blinked down at the graph paper, "Oh, trying to get an indian blanket pattern to work for beads. Think I might have finally figured out how to do it."

He laughs and nods.

He eyes the stuff ont he table and grins.

"Sounds interesting."

She nodded, "usually I work freehand, sometimes draw up ideas but no real patterns, this sort of thing needs a pattern though."

He nods, watching it, then smiles.

"Looks interesting. But not really m,y thing, I think."

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