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[Nov. 7th, 2010|07:32 pm] |
*has the house to himself one weekday afternoon, what with Arwen at school and Celebrían tied up in meetings all day*
*...or mostly to himself, anyway; certainly is at his leisure in the den, browsing leisurely through a stack of books (he knows his companion won't mind, and may find one or two items of interest himself)*
*lightly* About time you decided to take a walk for a change. I was starting to get jealous of the zen paradise that is Lórell Inn. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2010|07:37 pm] |
*has retired to her garden for an evening appletini or four, thinking to relax after a rather full day*
*lounges on an elegant daybed and reads, half her attention on the colorful chorus of birds going about their business in the trees overhead* *hums softly in easy (H)armony with them between sips*
*after a while, is politely interrupted by a servant informing her she has a call* *takes the phone and checks the caller ID before answering, a broad smile on her lips* Domíran! |
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calm