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[the_fairest]

OOM: This is something she really can't handle before coffee.

"--is no way there is a bar in the backyard, Emma. Are you sure you haven't been spending too much time with Hen--"

The voice had drifted closer and closer until a young woman, with short black hair, appeared in the doorway, looking from over her shoulder to the wide expanse of the room in front of her.

"Emma," Mary Margaret hissed. A completely failed stage whisper. "There's a bar in my backyard."



[Two pups, two muns. One semi-new, one brand new.
Tiny Tags: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard]

Sadly, we must call slows for sleep after this last round of tags. We might be back for an hour tomorrow night, but definitely on Wednesday night to pick right up where we left off. Thank you, one and all, for your very Once Upon A Warm Welcome. This night has been full of magic and delight.

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[gorgonfondness]

"Pretty much," Mia agrees. "Cacti make for a sweeter pickle. It's a popular import at the neighboring harbor city."

She opens the jar and takes a spear for herself, taking a bite before returning to her sandwich.

"You know," she says, thinking. "I traveled much of Lunar as a teenager, pretty much all over the world. And yet I've never been to the Salyan Desert."

Perhaps that will be something to remedy when the children are older...

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret reached out and took a cacti for herself. Starting with the smaller of the two things. She didn't seem to mind it. Sweet. It wasn't hot chocolate with cinnamon, but then nothing but hot chocolate with cinnamon was. But it definitely wasn't bad and she nodded, smiling as she continued eating it.

[notinthebook]

"I've been to the desert. Probably nothing like yours, but yeah. It was big and blank."

It also had an empty, wanting wideness to it that had made her feel tiny and victorious all at the same time.

She pops a pickled cacti into her mouth, nods.

"So why were you all over the place?"

[gorgonfondness]

"I've been to an Earth desert before. I imagine the Salyan Desert is quite the same, though with slight differences in what scant flora and fauna it has."

Mia briefly wonders if Emma got to see a sandshark...

"Well, when I said I was a teacher, that was both true and not the entire truth of the matter. My actual title is Guildmaster of Vane. It is not unlike being a monarch; my family founded Vane and has been in charge of the city-state and its Magic Guild for over a millennium. When I was sixteen, our premier betrayed the city and began a war. Mother, naturally, was one of the first targets and quickly incapacitated by her former comrade. So I fought in her place and have served Vane as Guildmaster ever since."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret's face was a river of surprise, and some awe, as she finished her cacti and started into her sandwich. Which was not bad, really, at all. The story sounded both terrible and fascinating to listen to as she ate. Nothing at all like the life in sleepy little, very normal, Storybrooke.