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[the_lioness]

*Alanna walks in the front door and removes her dusty cloak, shaking it out behind her. Talking to herself, she knocks her boots against the door frame. Large chunks of mud come off, and she wipes her hands on her black breeches. She glances around with a blank smile, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a large breakfast with plenty of coffee.

It's raining rather heavily in Corus.*

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

She gets a personally made breakfast, this time.

Michael's a good cook, and brings it out himself in a quiet moment.

[last_adam]

*Adam's nearby and watches with raised eyebrows before coming over to take the seat next to her.*

Rough night?