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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Enter the Valkyrie.

Good thing? She has a very nifty looking naval jacket on over a white sweater and pair of jeans.

Bad thing? She makes her way very, very carefully to the bar, and manages to sit down. "Whatever it was you conjoured up for me last night, I both love you and hate you for it." Svava mutters.

"So a glass of water please, so hopefully soon I can feel well enough to get rid of the hangover on my own." The water appears, and she pats the top off the bar, then winces, and rests her head in her hands.

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

She .

[mogget_cat]

*dryly* Oh dear. Do not gang up on me, please. I do not think I could withstand it. Not both of you.

*But he's smiling.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"You would manage to survive somehow, Yrael." She chuckles, grinning at him. "We wouldn't be too bad."

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

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[mogget_cat]

*He smirks, raising an eyebrow.* Mmhmm. Perhaps you should teach Edielweiss the art of pretending, Svava.

*eyes flickering to Astarael* We should talk sometime soon, sister.

[i-weep.livejournal.com]

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"She is a cat, Yrael. I think she manages just fine on her own, with pretending." Svava sips her drink. "Gods know she's had enough fun pretending that my toes under the bed covers are something that should be attacked."

Then she smiles faintly, looking between the two. "You both should.... there is probably a lot to say."

And given that Astarael hasn't said anything that Svava has heard...

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael looks slightly rueful.* Our last meeting was rather... hurried, and without much actual matter to the conversation.