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Room 330, Monday After Classes
Oct. 13th, 2014 11:26 amCosette was finally getting around to unpacking her bags from the trip. As soon as they got back from Skyrim yesterday, she'd deposited them in her room then gone right off-island to her father's house to give him his presents and tell him all about where she'd been and the sorts of things she'd seen, though she left out the bits about the dragons. No need to worry him that way.
She was not particularly surprised to find that she'd accumulated an absurd number of books over the past week. The various flowers didn't surprise her either, though she wasn't sure what she had been thinking when she picked the handful of cotton mixed in with the lavender and other sprigs.
As for the apples (three red, one green), the eight or nine carrots, the potato, and the wooden plate, as well as the basket all of them were packed into . . . she had no idea how she'd ended up with those.
[OOC: Not saying this looks a lot like my own Skyrim inventory at the moment, minus the weapons, but . . . You can blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doesnotkneel for this. Open door/post, SP likely.]
She was not particularly surprised to find that she'd accumulated an absurd number of books over the past week. The various flowers didn't surprise her either, though she wasn't sure what she had been thinking when she picked the handful of cotton mixed in with the lavender and other sprigs.
As for the apples (three red, one green), the eight or nine carrots, the potato, and the wooden plate, as well as the basket all of them were packed into . . . she had no idea how she'd ended up with those.
[OOC: Not saying this looks a lot like my own Skyrim inventory at the moment, minus the weapons, but . . . You can blame
doesnotkneel for this. Open door/post, SP likely.]
