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ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ʀᴏᴡɴᴛʀᴇᴇ. ([personal profile] luaithre) wrote in [personal profile] overharrowed 2021-10-03 01:10 pm (UTC)

[ In the private quarters of this inn, so identical to other private quarters of other inns, Marcus sits back on the narrow bed to lean on the headboard. It is an active exercise, to listen and quell whatever quick, fast feelings may fly at this sort of subject, and so,

mostly they're replaced by being glad for the fondness in Julius' voice, warm even through this crystal his fidgets with between his fingers. It's another exercise, similar to the last, to locate something to speak of fondly in return. ]


We did do costumes and masks, a little, [ he says. ] The children did, anyway, normally characters out of fables, animals, and perform to readings. The day was given to the holiday, no recitations or lessons or lectures. We shared wine, too, once we had the evening to ourselves.

[ Dry— ] The presents were more lacking. One of the Senior Enchanters thought it a fine tradition to decorate and exchange candles and little else and wouldn't hear otherwise.

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