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[OTA] Hi-ho, Silver! (Watch out for the small dog)
This is not the sight she expected to greet her when she headed to Town with Sirona to settle her back in at the repaired Town stables, and somehow she hadn't been surprised to see her cousin (or last bastion of testosterone, as he liked to refer to himself) sitting on a fence post and laughing and snapping pictures. Probably she should have told him to get Collin out of the ring and stop harassing poor Christabel, who's supposed to be living a quiet retired life.
She decides instead to whack him lightly on the back of the head and take Sirona out on the trails, riding between the Castles and out towards the new oceanic addition before finally heading back into Town.
She decides instead to whack him lightly on the back of the head and take Sirona out on the trails, riding between the Castles and out towards the new oceanic addition before finally heading back into Town.
100%. Lots of tea + chinese medicine + voiding my guts = totally healthy Qi. o/
"Kits, is the technical term." Just so she knows. "Better gird yourself now, aye, before the real demand starts coming in."
See? Still being a helpful panda, despite also being horrible. That's not not fairly good advice.
\o/ And after this I sleep.
It's sort of a nice future world.
"Are you telling me I need to guard my birth control, Cynric?"
I hope you have had the sweetest of dreams!
He's also nodding. Vigorously. Because yes. She should.
"Lord knows what the Spades Fates will twist-turn next if you don't hold our own tight."
I keep waking up five minutes before the alarm goes off
Just in case.
"Lord knows," she echoes. "Kings might become Jokers. And Jokers might apply to become Aces." And really. What kind of world would that be?
Oh, right.
Is it a productive five minutes or a 'damn it, body o9' five minutes?
It's not a question. She can probably hear the period rather than the question mark. Because really, how dare anyone do such a horrible thing.
More kisses for Sirona. "You've found your clinging post, then?"
More of a dammit body. If it was ten minutes I could talk myself into getting up so that I can tag
So, perhaps it isn't so harrowing.
"I suppose you could say my fiance makes a good post for clinging to," she says, "but I'm finding that I'm managing to tread water without having to hold on that much."
/shakes fist with
"That's good. That smacks of something really rather happy, doesn't it."
And how often did relationships in the Deck seem happy?
Sorry, he meant 'healthy.' It's just that would seem so crass.
Here's hoping tomorrow is different.
It's healthy, too, and who would have expected that from an Old Family Heart and the sharpest Spade in the bunch?
Not her, that's for sure.
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One more kiss for the true Lady here, a brief reach to not quite catch the human woman's hand, and so onward again to the bowing.
"Mind the pills."
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And she'd do her best with the pills, too, though she wasn't particularly thinking of that as she cantered away.