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fandomhighdorms2007-08-12 09:28 pm
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Fourth floor common room: Sunday morning
After returning from the stables, Karal had taken a shower, changed into his robes, and headed for the common room. Tea was quickly made, and now he was sitting at the table, a pot of it in front of him and a cooling cup by his hand.
He was holding his Vkandis medal, fingers tracing each ray of the sun, lost partly in thought, partly in prayer.
[ooc: open! He's not emo, I promise, just thoughtful.]
He was holding his Vkandis medal, fingers tracing each ray of the sun, lost partly in thought, partly in prayer.
[ooc: open! He's not emo, I promise, just thoughtful.]

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