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Her plans are slowly being laid in place as a particular day draws nearer, and it is to that end that she is walking through the edge of the woods this early evening ( Read more... ) -
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"We must meet, and soon, my dear."The strange whisper had floated to her ears even before she had returned to the bar, sifting down between past and present in that space which is no space. No more than a whisper, carried on a wind of its own, and with an odd hint of some spice wafting through the air-not air where she had been ( Read more... ) -
IC: The Dark Hunt
The light is beginning to fade as evening draws closer, and the paths in the forest are growing shadowed.
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Her knitting has been set aside this evening, but the woman known to some as Blodwen Rowlands remains busy nonetheless. The sound of metal grinding on metal is distinctive and grating-- were there anyone to hear it, here in the security of her new room in the House of Arch ( Read more... ) -
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It is quiet, upstairs here in this new room which is small and comfortable, cozy like a cottage might be. So very quiet.
Her half-finished knitting lies on the bedside table-- the baby's blanket is coming along well. Blodwen is sitting in a rocking chair, hands folded in her lap, and staring absently at a still-sealed DVD. Taunt and warning, ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Cell Visitation Summary
After Puck's helpful announcement and the events that led to her being locked up by Mordred, Blodwen settled into the Milliways cells for a comfortable two-week stay.
Or perhaps not that comfortable.
It begins late in the evening of her incarceration when she makes Arithon's acquaintance once more. The Master of Shadows is politely snarky, ( Read more... ) -
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The corners and edges of the great hall are faint and indistinct in the dim light that falls from the aquamarine-topaz windows set high in the room's walls. The boundaries almost seem to shift continually in the shadows that haunt this chamber now. Odd reflections gleam in emerald glass from unexpected angles, showing ever-changing scenes of other ( Read more... ) -
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The sky above the mirrorglass ground is pitilessly bright, a blinding cloudless blue broken only by the shadows of birds-some of which soar in unending circles, some of which flutter and dance and call, shrieking to one another with a harsh cacophony of pure sound as they fill the air with noise and song ( Read more... ) -
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The walls of the cathedral-like chamber soar to unthinkable, dizzying height before curving, lost from sight to the green-tinged darkness above ( Read more... )