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[student_of_impossibility]

[Tavi worries just like his father, but luckily for all concerned Isana is on hand to talk with Kitai instead.

And before he leaves Calderon Valley at last, Tavi performs one last duty to his family alone.]

Slice of Life

[bigarmy_strangepants]

 [[OOM: Story-time at Kattegat Hall! No warnings for anything, unless you'd rather not see little kids, cuddling and an interlude that consists of people being drowsy and comfy.]]

(no subject)

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen is seated at a corner table, Liranan napping at her feet.

She's got several books piled around her, along with several notebooks, a small dry-erase board, and a tablet.

Someone is attempting to conquer applied differential equations.

It's just the thing after first being introduced to eigenfunctions as they relate to atomic models. If only every atom was a hydrogen atom.

Wait.

After Movie Wars Ultimatum.

[orange_lily]

Here's one thing Yugo wasn't expecting to do today: Help take down an armoured truck manned by the restless spirits of dead monsters and driven by three diabolical musketeers. He's not surprised, per se, because he's never surprised, but it was a little bit jarring to be called up to help out in a crisis in the middle of his breakfast.

When he enters the bar, he's got dust (and ash) on his clothes and a significant amount of engine oil on his face and hands, but he's cheerful enough despite that. It helps that he's not seen hide nor hair of Krampus in weeks.

(A little more concerning was that he did meet Haruto, and that whatever magic had summoned him to that battleground faded before he could warn the other Rider about how sketchy the White Wizard is.)

He orders a strawberry milkshake as soon as he reaches the bar, because gosh, it has been a day, and he's exhausted - and perhaps more importantly, Phoenix, even more restless than usual, is nearly out of energy.

(no subject)

[sunbaked_baker]

There is a lot to do. Ten year old Rae Seddon has new badges to sew onto her hoodie, and an entire patrol to get in touch with.

But currently, she is sitting at her table, bent over a starkly black embroidery design taking shape on a goldeny-yellow piece of duck cloth.

Wings are hard to get right.