AstralLein
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What a friend... he could have at least moved it somewhere! Oh well... it was such a happy evening that there's no point in dwelling on such trivial matters.
– Good morning, – Kamistella mumbled, addressing either Faineant or the Scryms, if any were in the tents, or, if none of them were there, then she hadn't mumbled anything at all. – Is there anywhere to wash, my friend?
The tent smelled of calcite sands... a terrible aroma, yet majestic in its own way. In fact, everything here smelled of them. It was calcite, after all!
– Good morning, – Kamistella mumbled, addressing either Faineant or the Scryms, if any were in the tents, or, if none of them were there, then she hadn't mumbled anything at all. – Is there anywhere to wash, my friend?
The tent smelled of calcite sands... a terrible aroma, yet majestic in its own way. In fact, everything here smelled of them. It was calcite, after all!