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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

[finalbows]

Then don't bother with them, til you've finished your first. They're blank.

[beathollow]

... Okay.

( she's still not sure what to do with the blank books, but... at this point she's kind of trusting him to help with that. )

[finalbows]

That's the spirit. One task at a time, that's how the pile changes size.

_{[ the house has a lot of little bits and bobs in it, but.. there's room for some blank books that nobody needs immediate access to, he's dismissively confident. gonna start floating around the cottage fussing with objects until a good spot is freed up. ]}

[beathollow]

( the princess watches before quietly going to the kitchen. when she returns, it's with cleaning supplies to try and mop up ink and blood as best she can, sweeping old bones out- she tries very hard not to think about what they represent, or how her chest hurts even days after. )