::misses her cupboarded husband::

::goes out towards the sea, sits on a rock and generally does nothing but stare at the horizon::

::feels like she has been sleeping since forever::

::decides to venture into a park at dawn and walk barefoot on the grass::

...someone get me some...almonds.

Oh, wait, do I feel like laughing till my sides hurt? Heh, heh, heh.

Honour is satisfied. >:D

::gets tired of hiding staying in her room::

::looks out of the door cautiously before slipping out into the corridor::

::quickly makes her way to the garden outside to catch a bit of air::

::is very unimpressed with this crap::

::has no intention of taking charity stealing is another matter::

ETA: ::is not comfortable living under the same roof as him::

::goes to see a healer to sort out all the bruises::

::sends the healer's bill to her mum-in-law::

ETA: ::Climbs out of a window of her mother-in-law’s heavily barricaded home and randomly walks through the town, doing a bit of shopping for her new home::

Mission accomplished. >:D

::is out prowling hunting for the biggest property for sale in the best part of the town, knowing where the bill is going::

::decides to look for the most opportune moment to discuss something with Turgon::

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::packs extra amount of almonds in her pouch, some even coated with real sugar to use as tactile weapons of mass production of the good ( Read more... )