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[greenasamber]

Amber is at home, today. She's been pushing herself these past weeks, learning so many new and useful things from her other half's books. But with enough time spent looking into the minds of others, one is eventually forced to look long and hard at at their own self. And there are things, she finds, she needs to speak with Norman about. (Her

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[roadmostbloody]

She can hear him before he comes through the door, his mind still occupied with the business of the day. Arrangements are going well; his name still holds enough respect in the right circles.

He's humming when he comes in, and hangs up his coat before coming to find her.

[greenasamber]

She brushes his mind with hers, warm and purple-green. Welcome home. In a more nonverbal way he gets her general location, too, and that she wants to talk to him.

[roadmostbloody]

Mm. Good evening. Through the kitchen, then, into the den.

"Is something wrong?"

[greenasamber]

"Mmmno." Smiling, making a place for him. "I've just -- been thinking, lately. And I want to run a few things by you."