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[markofthebrave]

['sup, Luceti. Hope you're not the curious type of person, because if you are the filter on this is so thin you could sneeze and break it. Someone is singing, this early afternoon, singing a lullaby softly and into their journal. The feed will cut off before the crying starts.]

Little child, be not afraid...

[Later in the afternoon, there is an unfamiliar woman with a familiar set of blue-toned wings and waterskin at the south-most bridge. There's only so much hiding in one's room that can be done when the memories are thick and the silence is very, very loud.]


((Tags will be answered with amotherlost))

Comments

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[amotherlost.livejournal.com]

He turned into a cloud?

[Eyes like this man. O_O LIKE THIS.]

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[savethelastchip.livejournal.com]

[ OKAY SO THAT MAKES HIM LAUGH. ]

Yeah. I wouldn't worry too much about it; he's a smart guy, so he knows better than to get too high off the ground while it lasts. [ Don't fall to your death, Shika. That's all we ask. ]

[ action ] lol, when'd this tag get here >>

[amotherlost.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep an opened eye out for any low-flying clouds.

[Although she'll play nice and not bend him. Probably.]

[ action ] magic is the answer :|b

[savethelastchip.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that might be a good idea.

[ ...bend the cloud, Katara. It would be LOL-tastic. ]