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So for my right half-sleeve, I asked Iris to help me with the design. That one has two pine trees set against snow-covered mountains with wrapping script woven through them. I'm half sure she worked her name into the mountain range somewhere, but I've never been able to find it.
Loch leans closer to my right side. "Once more unto the breach?" he reads.
Yeah, I should've worn sleeves.
— Feb 18, 2026 09:26AM
Loch leans closer to my right side. "Once more unto the breach?" he reads.
Yeah, I should've worn sleeves.
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"No, he has na danced in years," Siobhán says. "We all used to, though."
We slide into the car and she pats his shoulder.
"But Lochy was the best dancer, weren't you?"
"That wall of trophies in my room did na win themselves."
Siobhán leans into me. "He's lying. He was awful."
"Oh, you're one to talk," Finn jeers. "Nearly breaking your ankle every performance.
"At least Mam and Da dinna have to beg me to stop."
— Feb 19, 2026 02:18PM
We slide into the car and she pats his shoulder.
"But Lochy was the best dancer, weren't you?"
"That wall of trophies in my room did na win themselves."
Siobhán leans into me. "He's lying. He was awful."
"Oh, you're one to talk," Finn jeers. "Nearly breaking your ankle every performance.
"At least Mam and Da dinna have to beg me to stop."
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I text Coal I'm coming and, ten minutes later, I bolt into the foyer of Claus Palace and nearly tackle Wren to the floor.
No other staff are around. It's our off-season, so most everyone is taking a much needed break, but the woodsy entrance to the palace is done out in our perpetual theme: draping greenery, lit candles that scent the air with cinnamon and cloves, jolly red ribbons hanging from the banisters.
— Feb 17, 2026 04:59PM
No other staff are around. It's our off-season, so most everyone is taking a much needed break, but the woodsy entrance to the palace is done out in our perpetual theme: draping greenery, lit candles that scent the air with cinnamon and cloves, jolly red ribbons hanging from the banisters.
