Sable Skwigelf, nee. Harris (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-20 04:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | miniver cheevy, navi, sable harris |
Who: Miniver Cheevy and Navi, with a side-order of Sable Harris
What: A couple of fairies sulking in a bookshop.
When: Now.
Where: Sable's bookshop/bar/cafe/house
Warnings: None yet.
So finally the place has a name. When Miniver and Navi arrive, they'll find the establishment's proprietor sitting on her own checkout counter painting a huge plank of wood to be hung outside -- a heraldic shield upon which is written in neat calligraphy, The Sign of the Weasel.
Sable waves cheerfully to both Navi and Miniver as they enter. "Be right with you both. Whiskey, Miniver?"
"Yeah," the poet answers. "Navi, meet my kid, Sable." Once pointed out, despite the difference in skin-tone, the shared blood is unmistakable.
"Anything for you, ma'am?" Sable asks as she sets aside her paints.