The First Chord

[invoke_lyssa]

Oh...dreaming.

Pretty present you are. Did he give me to you as payment for his death? Yes, that-

Nothing like London. Too white. Less muddy.

Damnable cuff, get off, get off-

I...

It bites, oh lord, get this wretched thing OFF ME

I rather like this dream.

((Strikes are private.))

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[goddesshelpline]

A second Mister Todd?

[invoke_lyssa]

Not Todd. Barker.

[goddesshelpline]

...I see.

I am Belldandy. I am pleased to meet you.

[invoke_lyssa]

Hn.