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milliways_bar2016-12-10 03:13 pm
thewidewideworld) wrote in milliways_bar2016-12-10 03:13 pm
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Sinric sits on the balcony of the bar, a fur coat pulled tight around himself against the cold. The snow is falling thicker and faster now, lacing the trees and the gardens in white.
He sings softly to himself, hands hidden in his sleeves.
Those with a gift for magic might notice a soft net of gold glowing under the skin of his pale cheeks. Even to those without such sight, he looks better than he was, more colour in his cheeks and his eyes look less hollow.
Company would be very welcome.
He sings softly to himself, hands hidden in his sleeves.
Those with a gift for magic might notice a soft net of gold glowing under the skin of his pale cheeks. Even to those without such sight, he looks better than he was, more colour in his cheeks and his eyes look less hollow.
Company would be very welcome.