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fandomtownies2010-07-04 09:28 am
kestrelswolf.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2010-07-04 09:28 am
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The Gig, Sunday
Firekeeper was vaguely aware that there was some sort of festival today. She wasn't sure what for, exactly, but she knew it existed.
And she also knew that the hay bales had decided to change color again. This time they were red, white, and blue. How odd.
The horses didn't seem to mind, though, so with a shrug, Firekeeper and Blind Seer went outside to sprawl on the grass for a while.
[ooc: open, no OCD, though I'll be gone for a large chunk of the afternoon!]
And she also knew that the hay bales had decided to change color again. This time they were red, white, and blue. How odd.
The horses didn't seem to mind, though, so with a shrug, Firekeeper and Blind Seer went outside to sprawl on the grass for a while.
[ooc: open, no OCD, though I'll be gone for a large chunk of the afternoon!]