rebykay (rebykay) wrote in yogri, @ 2008-06-07 21:07:00 |
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Current mood: | quixotic |
Current music: | whatever you hear in your head... |
Hanging out in the Great Hall...
Sitting in a plush leather armchair with pint in hand, Becky looks around and watches a few of her old friends as they begin to file in and become reacquainted with the old Inn.
She waves to SallyOZ as she drifts by, but she's not sure if the distracted Sally saw her.
A small group is standing in the corner near the bar chatting quietly amongst themselves. Becky raises her glass to them in greeting.
A beam of late afternoon sunlight falls warmly across Becky's shoulders and she leans back into it to watch the dust motes swirl like fairy dust in the light.