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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is in the bar this evening. There's no tea or wine, just her, wandering around the main area, humming to herself and absently braiding a lock of hair.

She's contemplating going outside later, as she hasn't been out to the lake very often - if at all - since the weather improved.

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[cywyllog]

She just blinks at most of that.

"I have a place and responsibilities. They simply do not include the planning and execution of political matters. Beyond marrying a suitable husband, of course."

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he says. "Anyway. It's late and it was nice to meet you."

[cywyllog]

"And you as well." She nods to him, and then continues on her way.