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Post by lakhena on Sept 2, 2010 14:53:30 GMT -5
Behind a half wall in the far corner of the gardens is a stone bench pressed against the wall. At its base grows a smattering of flowers, the patch worn in some spots from being sat upon by far too many adventurers and other bold lovers. If one were observant enough, sat in one of these spots, and chanced to look beneath the bench, one might notice a seemingly haphazard pile of smooth pebbles, which look as if they had been gathered from a river.
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Post by lakhena on Jan 18, 2011 2:16:08 GMT -5
As before, another seemingly haphazard pile of smooth river pebbles has been arranged beneath the bench. Should the pile of pebbles be disturbed, one would find a white feather tucked beneath...
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Post by Levedara on Jan 18, 2011 4:34:49 GMT -5
Soft white sandals come to rest next to the bench, the hem of a long silk dress swirling to a still around them. Amber cat like eyes hold a warmth as they scan the gardens. Golden wings lift carefully as she sits to avoid colliding with the stone, and the woman begins pulling things from the many pouches that line her belt. Some things she sets beside herself, others she leans forward to place on the ground by her feet. The pile of pebbles catches her gaze, and she studies it for a time. Then she reaches a long ivory white claw forth to delicately nudge the pebbles aside. Finding the feather she recoils slightly, then plucks it from where it rests. It vanishes into a pocket. The Golden lady then sets to her work, unwinding wires to bind small metal plates, springs, and vials together.
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