Rowan and Prim have pulled together a breakfast for the hungry horde. & Rowan's remembered something she saw yesterday.
I earlier mentioned a letter Cook had received from the postman (I named him Hugh - no bio done for him). I have no idea what the letter might have said - other than it upset Cook quite a bit.
Anyway - carry on!! :-)
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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