Massive multipup sick-day post

[ostro_goth]

They're all there:

• Teja, in the forge, sharpening a sahs;
• Ragnar, by the stables, feeding the goats;
• Father Harman, on the steps of Javert's little church, taking out wilted flowers;
• Hannibal Lecter, in the herb garden by the kitchen's back door, picking basil;
• Galen Erso, by the door of the greenhouse, sorting through a mess of crystals and wires;
• Lady Margolotta, in the darkest corner of the bar, knitting baby shoes.

Comments

[mogget_cat]

A pale wraith slips through the dappled shadows of the herb garden on silent paws. When it finds the paving stone of the walkway that has soaked up the most warmth from the sun, it viciously claims the stone (and some of the surrounding stones) for itself.

The Mogget lounges, a long puddle of warmth and fur keeping a friend quiet company.

[abyssum_invocat]

She has never been in the church, but it seems an interesting building to go wandering into: she stops by the door and watches the man picking out the wilted flowers, and decides to assist. The pastime isn't difficult, and she carefully takes only the less-than-perfect flowers, hardly even disturbing the others.

It doesn't occur to her that flowers simply levitating there for the man to pick up might be startling.