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[sunbaked_baker]

November mornings start too late for Sunshine's taste.

Sunrise isn't for another twenty minutes, but she's already outside, running her usual track around the lake in the grey half-light, each breath a little cloud of steam in the pre-dawn chill.

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[knightoftheswan]

The Knight has a song stuck in his head.

The choir has been practicing, you see, and he heard some of the rehearsal. So now he's sitting in a booth humming the Bridal Chorus.

Yes, that Bridal Chorus.

Hey, it had to be written for somebody.

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[the_cupbearer]

There is in Milliways an immortal who is busy looking over papers and setting the affairs contained on them in order for an absence of his; at his elbow there's a large mug of coffee, brewed strong and black, but he's not drinking it.

No, on the contrary it has cinnamon sticks, black peppercorns, cloves and cumin powder in it, and while the smell is very aromatic, the taste isn't very good at all. But it serves its purpose as he's mixing henna dye paste, testing the mix every few minutes to see how easily and darkly it dyes. Depending on when you come by, he may be in progress of a tattoo on one hand up to the wrist.

Out of Milliways

[gottadealwithit]

 [OOM: Conversations With Dead People. Korra dreams. And talks to -- herself.]

LONG delayed, sorry!