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wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-12-22 01:15 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-12-22 01:15 pm
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Room 418, Tuesday Evening
It was the shortest day of the year, and Cara was marking the solstice the way the Mord'Sith usually did.
Sitting cross-legged on her bed, cleaning her leathers.
Mord'Sith were really big on the celebrations. Any excuse would do.
[Closed door, open post.]
Sitting cross-legged on her bed, cleaning her leathers.
Mord'Sith were really big on the celebrations. Any excuse would do.
[Closed door, open post.]