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bait_backup*Overhead a wire mesh encloses a distinctly forest-like garden. Quaint mossy cobblestones guide visitors around the enclosure - an exhibit of magical flora the world over, flocks of Cucuio hovering overhead like overgrown fireflies. A pleasant autumn chill has begun to bite into the air, only dimly apparent beyond the conjured humidity. Indeed, the heat is enough for Victoria to remove her cloak - as she begins to sling it off, she shoots Regulus an expectant stare. His assistance entirely unneeded and yet the only gentlemanly thing to do.*
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:05 am (UTC)No.
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 07:25 am (UTC)Just was remembering something. It's nothing, do go on.
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Date: 2010-09-22 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 07:35 am (UTC)*He stumbles over his words, privately inventing some thought he could have been having that isn't as dooming as anything concerning children.*
-Nothing that belongs in conversation with a woman. It's business.
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:11 am (UTC)A financial matter?
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Date: 2010-09-22 08:14 am (UTC)