In Amaranthine -- for now -- Ysalwen settles down in her bed, Zevran leaning comfortably against her shoulder, Liranan taking his usual position of sprawling over both their feet.
It keeps them warm, okay?
"You," she says to Zevran, voice sharp but expression affectionate. "Stop that. I'm working."
He does stop that. Eventually. And then, of course, he starts weaving tiny braids into her hair.
While that happens, Ysalwen pops up one or two holographic displays, one of which happens to be a T-Minus window. With a message in it. A bulletin board invite? That's -- new. Huh.
And once she's joined --
Huh, indeed.
CURRENT amaranthineIdeopraxist [AI]RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAI: Well, that's certainly something to see before bed. How did you do it? Also why did you do it? I already know what your face looks like.
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It keeps them warm, okay?
"You," she says to Zevran, voice sharp but expression affectionate. "Stop that. I'm working."
He does stop that. Eventually. And then, of course, he starts weaving tiny braids into her hair.
While that happens, Ysalwen pops up one or two holographic displays, one of which happens to be a T-Minus window. With a message in it. A bulletin board invite? That's -- new. Huh.
And once she's joined --
Huh, indeed.
CURRENT amaranthineIdeopraxist [AI] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAI: Well, that's certainly something to see before bed. How did you do it? Also why did you do it? I already know what your face looks like.