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Oct. 15th, 2006 11:27 pmIt is a cold day, outside.
There is a fire in the drawing room that Shelley sits close by on one side of the Sha'rah board, lost in thought, game paused after her first few moves. Elan wasn't about, for some reason, but the room is warm, and there's a board where she can sit comfortably, that's what counts.
She has felt better since she has had some time to herself, and begun the exercise of Swords again. Slowly, life is regaining the slowness of before, as long as Ishamael keeps his distance.
It's lonely, but she prefers it that way.
There is a fire in the drawing room that Shelley sits close by on one side of the Sha'rah board, lost in thought, game paused after her first few moves. Elan wasn't about, for some reason, but the room is warm, and there's a board where she can sit comfortably, that's what counts.
She has felt better since she has had some time to herself, and begun the exercise of Swords again. Slowly, life is regaining the slowness of before, as long as Ishamael keeps his distance.
It's lonely, but she prefers it that way.
