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[cryopathy]

kiera canorus aurelius

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weasel's note: kiera's handwriting is a neat, flowing script somewhere between print and cursive.

they can most often be found at the barn, either tending to animals or in the attached stablemaster's quarters, or at the watchtower bar, either as a patron or occasionally tending bar.

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INVENTORY

[cryopathy]

❆ on their person: a brooch in the shape of a red-winged blackbird
❆ sword (not magical, just pretty)
❆ animal companion: Renovan warhorse ("Pinto Grigio")

[purevanillacookie]

[Knock knock, Sheesus coming into the Inn totally not feeling a little ill from the pickle and ice cream he has earlier partook in. The man is 98% robe, 1% sheepman, and now 1% dill and ice cream. That equation is about to change because there's no way he's not trying blackberry ice cream that isn't from a Cookie world.]

Hello~?

[aneikonic]

[ He's going to hunt them down because they might skin him if he did this without their help. Kiera where are you. ]

[unheiring]

[The next time the siblings are on shift together, Luca's mood is significantly different. He fusses with his hands, can't seem to stand still. More than once, he opens his mouth, then closes it, failing to say something that seems to be eating away at him.

It's probably obvious as to why. Luca oscillates between looking at Clive with furrowed brows, and looking anywhere but. Asked about it, he'll brush Kiera off, or try to play it off

At least until the last patron leaves. Only then does Luca shift and... take a seat at the bar. There's a loud thunk as he flops down.]

After Fam Meet

[unheiring]

[Once the chatter turns more companionable, and topics turn to something beyond the work to be done, Luca's eyes seek out Kiera. He makes for the door, takes one step through, then gives a nod to them.]

Care for a walk?

zonari :)))

[cryopathy]

[kiera has yet again invited their gargfriend over for drinks and charcuterie! be there or be square, miss garged oyle. the spread today is more generous than ever before, a combination of wines, teas, breads, cheeses, fruits, meats, nuts, and honey. there's even a frozen cocktail mixed up, if zonari wants to try it. they'll make this garg a fine foods and drinks enjoyer if it's the death of them.

also, it's fucking hot and sandy lately, so their outfit is showing even more skin than usual. for no other reason than that, honest. ready and waiting, eager to usher zonari inside the door to let minimum "air conditioning" (read: constant wind and ice swirling about) out of the house.]

Come iiin, it's so miserable out there!