Isibel ✧ "Sarion" (
small_magics) wrote2013-08-17 11:39 am
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how are you feeling?
[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]
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Pop. (Behind the nearest door. On which she knocks. She has known her Grandma Lizzie long enough to make this guess.)
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A familiar-looking person opens it.
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To Glass, she says, "What can you tell me about Libbies?"
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