What has occurred so far:
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
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[Mireille waits anxiously outside the restaurant]
[She really wants to go after them, but she doesn't know where they went, and she also doesn't want to butt in on their conflict more than she has to]
(Hi Fabu, nothing much just reading the rp, you?)
((Idk if deds are a thing in this blog, but if they are, I ded to RP-ing with old friends and not having homework! If they're not a thing, I ded to the same stuff anyway because #rebel))
((I'm officially no longer a high schooler! :D So I'm quite good, thank you.))
*kisses her shoulder* I understand. I'm sorry it's been so trying for you. *he will finish healing her, and then bring her to an inn, to rent a room for her* *he'll carry her up to rest, if she prefers that, and tuck her into bed* Sleep well, my love. I'll be back soon. *then he will teleport and walk back into the restaurant to speak with this stranger*
[She sees him start to walk into the restaurant, so she hurries to enter behind him]
Is your wife alright?
*he'll stop, then- he was only going in for Mieille, and he can talk to her outside* *nods* Emotionally, she may need some time, but... She'll be alright. It's kind of you to be concerned.
I shouldn't have told Trip to talk to her, should I?
*sighs gently* I don't think it was a bad idea. I think he just messed it up, badly. That isn't your fault. I was hoping it might've gone well, too, but... There's so much painful history between the three of us. I appreciate your trying to help.
If it's alright with you, I should get back to her soon. But if you'd still like to help, perhaps we can meet up again tomorrow?
[Nods]
If you still want my help tomorrow, you can find me at my house.
If you hear that way for a block and turn right at the inn at sign of the goose, you'll find it three buildings down, wedged in between the inn at sign of the fire and the blacksmith at sign of the hammer. If I'm not there, you can ask Richard Blacksmith, but that probably won't be necessary.
*Richard Forgeron (she wouldn't translate the name)
Thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you. *he'll return to Adra, then, to sleep beside her*
((And now my author must go. Goodnight.))
[Mireille returns to her house as well, avoiding the "town crazy" in the dark.]
((Night))
*When Adra stirs in the morning, she makes a tiny sound, then just burrows more into her husband*
*stirs, and pulls her closer, placing a little kiss against her hair* Morning, love.
*Makes a little squeak of a hello, and hides more*
*runs his fingers through her hair* *he loves her*
*She knows he does* Are you feeling better? Perhaps well enough to make our next leap?
*he nods* I am, thank you. Would you like to pick up our mysterious friend before we go?
*Mireille se réveille tôt*
*Elle mange du pain et du porridge*
*Elle écrit une lettre aux Forgerons et elle la met sur la table*
[Mireille wakes up early and has a bit of bread and porridge. She writes a letter to the blacksmiths and sets it on the table (just in case helping these people is the last thing she has to do before her time quest ends and she can go home)]
*Nods* Of course.
I have a question- when did you steal the time traveller?
She was the first one that I stole.
*Nods* okay... Well then, perhaps you and the younger you can take turns being the ones to push us through time?
I think that would be an excellent idea. *kisses her hair again*
*Smiles* Shall I talk to you- younger you- first?
You mean before I do? *nods* I think that would be best. You'll have to tell me that my memories have been altered, and I might need a bit of convincing, but I'm sure I'll know it's you.
*Nods* I can do that, Duckie. *Kisses his cheek*
Thank you, my love. *kisses her nose*
*Smiles* Let's go get our friend. *Takes his hand and will pull him downstairs*
*Mireille nettoie sa maison*
[Mireille's cleaning her house]
[Idk. I feel like I've been silent for a while, so I said something]
(It's ok Fabi!)
(Oh my god this blog is not EST no stop
(It's to my time! It's actually weird though because I assumed it would be in your time and then I looked and I was like "wait")
(:0
Ari is THRRE hours behind?
:0)
(Blogs are automatically in PST if you don't change it--maybe because Google is in California?)
(That is really silly
More people live on the eastern seaboard though)
(Well, no matter what the default is, a lot of people will have to change the setting, so I don't know that it matters much. However, I'm also kinda biased.)
(Perhaps, Fabu.
*Hugs her Fabu*
I remember when I made this nickname for you
I think
:)
)
(( [hugs back] :-) :-) ))
(( I believe it was around the time that I was giving the name "Twip" and "Teip" and "Twippu" to Trip ;)
*Likes having special names*
I think it was also Fababoo and Fababyboo and That because Fabu :)
*Feels special because of the nicknames*
Fabuuuuu *Snuggu*))
(( [nods] Fababu too.
You're quite good at nicknaming. :-) ))
*Blush* Thank you.
I just like
Like
Special connections
Like
"Here is something that we can share together as a testament of our friendship"
Twip
Fabu
Straw
Awi
:3
(Daddy)
))
((Well I love having nicknames, so thank you. :-)
[cuddles]
I don't really have any nicknames irl. :-/ ))
((That's okay, Fabi. I have your back, now *kiss*)
(( [cuddles] ))
((:3))
*Adra will walk with Alastair, then, back down to the restaurant to meet with the stranger*
[Elle is actually at her house right now, but the "town crazy," Monsieur Forestier, will be lurking near the restaurant, and he will give Adra and Alastair a suspicious look]
*She will just look around for the stranger*hmm...
*Will go get some food in the meantime*
*he intends lead Adra further down the street, but pauses when they see they're being watched suspiciously* *he wonders to Adra whether she thinks they should talk to this man*
*Pauses too* *She didn't notice* I think so... *Will take his hand*
*M. Forestier les regarde avec un air dédaigneux*
[Mr. Forestier looks at them with an air of contempt/disdain]
*Il aperçoit que Alastair le regarde et il détourne les yeux*
[He notices Alastair looking at him and averts his eyes]
*kisses her hand, and then turns his attention to the "town crazy"* Can we help you?
*Will gently urge him to speak to him* *Adra doesn't want to speak first*
Non, vous ne pouvez pas m'aider, mais vous pouvez vous aider. J'ai vu que vous parliez avec M. Sauve terre. Il vaut mieux que vous le fuyez comme la peste.
(No, you can't help me, but you can help yourselves. I saw that you were talking to Mr. Sauveterre. It is better that you avoid him like the plague.)
*Forestier/crazy said that, not Mireille.
*Alastair fights back a smile at the mention of the plague* Why is that, if I might ask?
*Thinks that the expression, too, is rather ironic* *Gently will note to Alastair that the stranger is, in fact, a woman, and not a man*
Les autres dans cette ville pense que je suis fou, mais croyez-moi. M. Sauveterre n'est pas un humain. Il est démon peut-être, ou sorcier. Je ne sais pas exactement, mais je sais qu'il est malfaisant.
The other people in this town think I'm crazy, but believe me. Mr. Sauveterre isn't human. He's a demon maybe, or witch. I don't know exactly, but I know he's up to no good.
*Remembers now, that these were the times that you could have been burned at the stake*
*Well, they can make their own decisions* *Takes Alastair's hand again*
*Also going to note that M. Forestier has been drinking*
*he thought so, but thanks Adra for the assurance*
*Alastair was also regarded as a demon or witch in this time, and decides he doesn't like this Forestier, but smiles anyway* Well, thank you for the warning. I'm sure I will avoid this mysterious person as vehemently as I do the plague.
Forestier: [Nods vehemently] Ça sera mieux pour vous.
That will be better for you.
[He smiles a little smile and walks away]
*Adra frowns* Where is our mysterious friend, anyway? I don't think she is in the restaurant.
((Since one of my comments from before doesn't seem to have posted--I was going to use the verb éviter for "avoid," but I double-checked on word reference to see if there was a different one for avoiding people or something and I saw "fuir comme la peste," and I was like "yup. This phrase is perfect."))
((I still don't speak French, nor have any idea of what you are saying, but yay?))
(( [Nods] Yay! I love words a lot. ))
((*Hugs, happily*))
((I also appreciate the commentary, although I regret that I also cannot understand your French.))
She told me where to meet her, at her house. It isn't much farther from here.
((I think Ari is asleep, and in my time zone now, where is it 12:15 AM.. So I might suddenly disappear, Fabu :)
I'm sorry! :(. ))
Oh.
Okay
*Will gently climb onto his back*
(Fuir comme la peste = to avoid like the plague)
Je le fuis comme la peste = I avoid it/him like the plague
Tu la fuis comme la peste = you (singular, familiar) avoid it/her like the plague
Elle les fuit comme la peste = She avoids them like the plague
Nous te fuyons comme la peste = We avoid you (sing fam) like the plague
Vous nous fuyez comme la peste = You (formal and/or plural) avoid us like the plague
Ils me fuient comme la peste = They avoid me like the plague
((Happy French lesson of the day!))
((If y'all need to disappear, that's ok. I'm kind of baking an ice cream cake. Not that I can't bake and be here, but if you were to poof, I wouldn't die of boredom. Take care of yourselves.))
((I'm sorry for the slow responses- Aretha's Internet was quite slow, but she thinks it may be fixed now.
Sleep well, if you go, my dear Noelle.))
*smiles, enjoying the contact, and will carry her there, to knock on the door*
((That French lesson was something that I didn't know I needed.
Okay, Fabu, thank you for understanding. It is likely that I will wait until Ari goes, then I will go. (Since, ofc, we are now in the same time zone)
((*Kisses daddy's cheek* *Is a little kitten*))
*Adra will just be there- she doesn't really want to walk, and knows that her husband can easily carry her*
*Elle ouvre la porte*
[she opens the door]
Hello there. How's it going?
((*holds his kitten*))
We're better, I think. *but he will let Adra speak for herself, if she wishes* How are you?
I am alright. Shall we go collect corpses?
((*Is cute and wiggles her ears then nestled in against his shoulder*))
*Adra doesn't want to talk about it. *Hides more under his hair*
*Nods* Okay! Yeah, many corpses
((*cuddles Noelle, and kisses her head*))
*sends his love to Adra, and lets her hide* Yes, I believe so. Thank you again for offering to help. Is there somewhere close by where we won't be seen?
*Should they retrieve the younger Alastair first?
Well, no one will see you in my house if I draw the shutters. Will that do? If not, there's a grotto about a half mile outside the town, nobody ever goes there.
*pauses* *they should* My wife and I will have to make a brief stop first, but you will hardly notice we've been away. *he will still wait to get to a private place to take them, though*
Yes, that should do nicely. Thank you. *assuming he's correctly interpreted that as an invitation, he will step in*
[Mireille steps aside to let them enter]
*Adra won't hop off of her husband- she is happy right where she is, and will keep hiding*
*he will let her stay on his back if she wishes* We'll be back shortly. *he will move himself and Adra back in time around 200 years, then*
*they'll appear in some woods, a little ways off the road the Alastair of this time is walking down, alone*
*She will slide down his back* Alright, I got this.. *She will walk up towards the other Alastair, the younger one, to be quieter* *Then, will call out* Alastair.
*he mutters unintelligibly to himself, under his breath, and then turns to face her* There's no one by that name here, I'm afraid. I am Niccolò. It's not my name, but I've taken it. And this isn't my body, but I'm wearing it. *smirks, and steps closer* I think it rather suits me, don't you?
(Je dois partir. Il faut que je nettoie la cuisine. / I must go. It's necessary that I clean the kitchen.)
(Je retournerai bientôt / I will return shortly)
*She sighs s little bit- he was a bit of a prick back then* Alastair, it's me- Adra.
*his smirk fades, and he turns away again to keep walking, shaking his head* There's no one by that name here.
((Alright.))
(Okay, Fabu!)
*She will chase after him and, if he allows it, and even if he tries to hurt her, she will try to wrap her arms around to his chest and try to stop him* Alastair, dear, it's me.. It's me.
*if he doesn't look at her, he can imagine that her voice is the one he remembers* I'm afraid I don't believe you. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but- as lovely as you may seem, you aren't real.
Hallucinations?
*Right*
*Tries to think, and knows what helps her current Alastair* *Will turn him around and kiss him fully, and holding him as close as possible*
*oh* *well, he won't stop her* *but he is surprised* ...That doesn't make you any more real, but even if you aren't, I'm not complaining. *he's cautious, but she is getting to him*
Alastair, I need you to listen to me. Last time we met, I had to change your memories of me. That's why I look different. I couldn't risk messing up our timelines when we meet for the first time, but.. Please, I need your help. *She will kiss him again, standing on her tippy toes to do so*
((I Msd now. Goodnight.))
*he will let her kiss him, and then takes a small step back* If... If you were, really, Adra. I would want to know that's who you are, and not someone else who stole my memories. And, what would you ask of me?
* tilts her head* How can I prove it to you?
*Pauses* I had to change your memories of me so that you didn't remember me looking this way. But, in the future, you and I are married. And after about 500 years of voices and hallucinations and things, we found out a way to separate the names. And we need your help to do just that.
I don't know. Do something only Adra could do. *pauses, and offers her the hilt of one of his knives* Turn this into something else.
So you're saying you want to fix this lovely damaged mess I've made myself? Perhaps I want that in the future, but not yet.
*She smiles* You got better* *If the knife is not poisoned or cursed in any way, she will take the knife, and twist it around, so that it makes a makeshift bracelet*
I know- that's why I need you to help me with the older version of you. This won't affect you, the younger version.
(( I have just read Fabi's part about "Richard Blacksmith" and lol-ing so hard, because of the irony ;) it's like Richart de Craon
Which brings me to ask, for when Ari is here- is this Niccolò, or Alastair's hometown? ))
((It is intended to be Niccolò's hometown, but because Fabienne has to fit it into her story, Ari thought she could just assume they went to eat in another town if need be.
I also noticed the similarity in names.))
*it isn't* *so it really is her* ...Alright. Whatever you need, Adra, I'll help you to the best of my ability.
((But where they are right at this moment is somewhere else entirely.))
*Will take the knife, and straighten it out again* *Calls over behind her* Alastair, we are good to go.
((Yeah, I've been trying to be fairly vague about it so it doesn't contradict anything you already specified but also I can't be too vague or it's a bad plot, so yeah. We can assume whatever we need to.))
((Alright :D))
((I agree.))
*Alastair eyes the older version of himself suspiciously as he walks out, but accepts that he must be real, as well* Why do you look like that?
You'll pick up a shapeshifter later.
So the two of you are married, and you time traveled to get to me as a child?
*Nods* Yes. We are collecting all of the bodies after you have stolen the names.
How many? *he looks to the other version of himself*
53, in total.
We must've gotten very good at this.
*the older shrugs* You'll learn to live with it.
But now it's finally too much, I suppose. Well, just tell me what you need me to do. *he turns his attention to Adra, then* I never thought I would see you again... *his eyes grow distant, fixated on something else, but he breaks himself from it* But you've done more for me than anyone else ever has. I'm glad to be able to do something for you.
*Smiles gently, and will climb up, so that she is hugging him* *Wants him to be present, and hopes nothing is bothering him* The... Only downside is that, after this, we will have to wipe your memories. If you keep them, it will change time, and could stop us from every being married, or happy- *Panic is in her voice*
*hugs her back, and nods* *he doesn't want her to feel panic* I assumed. It's alright...
*Is sorry for it, but will just hug him* *Is happy and blushes- he cares for her already*
*of course- she has been so good to him* *he has cared for her since he was eight* What do you want me to do, then?
Can you take us back in time to the morning after and town where your name was stolen?
Alright.
*the older will project a more specific time and place, and then they're back in the house of their mysterious friend*
*Is happy with that* *Slides down, but still holds the younger Alastair's hand*
[blinks] Hello.
Hello.
*the younger looks around, and acknowledges the stranger* Who are you?
The name I go by here is Fabien Sauveterre, but I quite like the name Cédric, so you could call me that instead if you'd prefer. It matters very little to me.
I'm here to help out as needed.
Alright. *he opens his next question to Adra, as well* What do we do now?
Um.... we go travel in time to when the first name was stolen?
[Shrugs--she's just tagging along, not planning stuff]
I'll take this one. *older Alastair offers a hand to the stranger* *the younger will touch his shoulder, and he assumes Adra will move closer*
*Adra will, and does, move closer* *Likes having two*
[Takes Alastair's hand]
[Resists the urge to hum "We're off to see the wizard."]
[It's been too long since she was in a time where people would get references like that--she's made a habit of stopping herself from saying them]
((I just realized I missed the perfect opportunity to say "Allons-y!"))
(Teehee!)
((I am terribly sorry about that- I'm back, now.))
*moves them through time again, pushing them a few years forward* I just left the body, this time, so I'm not quite sure where she would've been taken. So I would propose that we wait in the area to find out, unless anyone else has a better idea.
*Nods* Alroght, I am okay with that. If anyone takes her to bury her, perhaps we can project an image, or something, and take the real body.
*he nods* We could do that.
I have a shovel and some bread in my cloak pocket if either of those items would be useful.
*Adra's stomach rumbles* The bread might be needed down here..
[Pulls out a loaf of bread, tears off a piece, and offers it to Adra]
((The bread was kept in a paper packet, which she had to unwrap to pull out the bread. Also--it's not super high-quality bread, but it is reasonably fresh (baked the day before)))
*She nibbles on the bread like a little animal*
*the Alastairs aren't particularly hungry, but are grateful to their new friend for producing the bread and feeding Adra* Thank you. *the older kisses Adra's head*
*Is ve ry cute*
Question.
Is the body still here?
Yes, it's still there. *I should mention, when they are now, it's quite late. They're in another smallish town, this time in England, and the body they're waiting around for is in a house across the street*
Is there any way to tell if the body will be missed if we do away with it?
We could pretend to be gravediggers and say we'll bury it, then just dig a hole and fill it in again.
*Giggles* I mean- do we know if anyone takes the body at all?
*pauses* No, I'm not sure. I just left it there- I don't know what happened to the body. *glances at the younger for confirmation, who nods* But one of the problems with that is that there is a possibility for the corpse to affect our timeline. Or it could be just one of dozens of bodies disposed of at a time, where it probably wouldn't be missed. For that reason, I thought it might be best just to watch and see what happens, but I will defer to your judgement if you disagree, love. *kisses the hand of his wife who is, after all, cleverer than him*
*Blushes* Alright.. so, what, do we just.... Sit and wait for the body to decompose?
...Perhaps.
*the younger speaks up* We could take shifts watching it, so only one person actually has to stay here, until something happens. *pauses, thinking* Or I could time travel forward bit by bit until something happens.
*Bites her lip* Would the second option take a lot of energy from you?
*the older answers for him* Yes. But it would save us time.
*Tries to think which would be better for them* *Wants the second option, but doesn't want to waste all of the younger's energy*
*the older Alastair nods* What do you think we ought to do, Fabien?
*Will huddle closer to her boys*
((I should probably attempt to wake up now. Ok))
[She has no clue, but doesn't want to sound like an idiot, so she thinks for a moment]
If you use up a lot of energy, you'll have to take time to recover, right? So, how much time would it actually save, and how valuable is time in this specific situation?
*Adra nods* Good questions... Good questions indeed.
...That's a fair point. *sighs* It'll take me a few hours to recover, likely, but I don't know how long it'll take for someone to get the body. It could be hours, or possibly days. I don't have a way to tell.
Hmm... I suppose we can skip?
Do you want me to bring all of you?
I'm... No, it's fine. Perhaps it may take even more energy to do so
[Nods at what Adra said]
If you don't want to do it alone, maybe you could bring one person, but definitely not all of us. You're better off reducing energy loss as much as possible.
I'll just bring the body back, then. *so the younger Alastair will disappear*
*She shuffles closer to her husband, and will slide under his coat* Who gets to keep the coat?
*pauses* ...That is an excellent question. Really, Niccolò should have it... *but then where will he keep all the knives*
[gets the bread out from her cloak, tears off a small piece, and eats it slowly]
*Blushes* I will make you one.
I would adore it, darling.. Thank you. *kisses her hair*
*Loves him* Want one like the one you have?
*he loves her, too* I have rather grown to like it, but if you're making it, I'd leave that up to you.
*She thinks* Alright. We will make it when we get home, okay? *Kisses his cheek*
Thank you so very much, love. *he so adores her*
*but will turn his attention to the stranger, for now* Suddenly it comes to my attention that we know almost nothing about you. What can you tell us about yourself?
*And she loves him* *Will hug him, nestling her head into him*
That's a rather vague question. What do you want to know, exactly?
*Adra's voice is muffled* Where you're from.. If you practice any magic..?
I was born in the United States in the year 1995. I am effectively a human metal detector. I'm trying to teach myself how to influence the metal too, but I'm not very good at it yet.
*That sounds very familiar* Can you remind me of your name again..?
Well, I'm not sharing my given name, and the name I took. [she grimaces] I'm going to pretend I never took it. It's really stupid. So Fabien Sauveterre is the only name I'm telling you.
*Smiles a little* Alright, Fabien.
[She's slightly unnerved by the way Adra said "Fabien," but she isn't sure why]
[fidgets slightly]
*Adra just cuddles her husband, then*
That sounds like quite a unique ability. Do you mind if I ask why you chose it? *he will cuddle his wife in return*
*Likes his snugs*
Well, once I have the training to bend metal instead of just sense it, there are all sorts of applications for it. Art, weapon-making, possibly automatons... The list goes on.
Even just the metal sensing is useful though. If someone were to try to sneak up on me, they couldn't bring a metal weapon with them or it wouldn't work.
*Adra nods* *That is very helpful* *Is trying very hard to not make a sound*
Oh, I see. *Fabien must notice him very easily, then*
*he will ask Adra through their link if she's alright*
*Squirms once* *Breathes out slowly* I think that this is young Fabi.
*...yes, that would make perfect sense* I think you're right...
[Yup. The 2014 and later Fabi could count how many knives he has and what types of metal they're made from (unless the metals were unfamiliar to her), but even the 2012/1500 "Fabien" sees Alastair as very "bright" with her metal senses, though she doesn't have the level of detail yet]
I am right, silly. *Sometimes things go right over his head*
I'm afraid I'm too old and delirious to be as perceptive as I once was, my love. But I don't need to be so long as I have you. *kisses her head*
*perhaps I should mention that the younger one only carries ten, just for reference* *personally thinks that her discipline is well chosen and rather impressive*
*Awh, that's really sweet* It's okay, old man. *She is teasing*
*he accepts it as an endearing tease* *adores her*
[Is unaware that Aladra's mental conversation is going on]
[taps one of her feet along with a song that's playing in her head]
*Will be very tentative* May I have some more bread?
[Nods] Of course.
[She has about two thirds of the loaf left]
[Pulls out the packet, unwraps it, and tears off a decent-sized piece for Adra]
[to Alastair] Would you like any?
No, I'm alright. But I do appreciate your sharing.
*Voices a quiet thank you, and then will nibble on it like a little animal again, chewing little pieces off at a time*
[Nods]
[After she gives Adra a piece, she takes a smaller one for herself and puts the remainder back in the packet in the pocket in her cloak]
((This is completely unrelated, but I just found a bus transfer ticket from a transit company that hasn't existed since 1973, and it's got a lovely old-fashioned font on it and the paper smells nice and has a really nice off-white yellow-gray color.))
*Adra rips her piece into thirds, and gives part of it to her hairband, and will place the other into her pocket for when the younger returns
(:0 old thing smell!! Yum ;)
Msd!)
((It smells very paper-y!))
[Fabien(ne) attend. Elle mange son morceau du pain]
(Fabien(ne) waits. She eats her piece of bread.)
*Alastair will eat his third* Thank you, love.
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