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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin's still here, sitting in a corner with a small pocket grindstone and a grim expression.

Sharpening his knives.

Master of Shadows. Sorcerer. Not like Morgan's magic or Myrddin's, this kind is bad.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She sighs, and leans back, resting one of her hands on her six-month belly.

"Well. A while before I have to worry about this one, I guess."

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"A while indeed."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"He'll be born in less then three months."

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

"Will you have him here?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I'm...too thin, really. And Kokopelli likes me, so."

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

"Kokopelli?"

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"A fertility god. A bit like Raven...have you met Raven?"

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

"...don't think so."

[ooc: have to go soon. slowtime/fade?]

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

"Well. He's a god, of sorts. I don't think he'd let things go wrong. Anyway, I really should keep on working...I'll see you, Ulfin?"

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"I'll be here when I can."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She smiles, bright and happy and very young.

"Good."