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fandomtownies2011-04-24 09:20 am
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The Gig, Sunday
It had been a couple weeks since Firekeeper had been able to get a proper shift in at the Gig, but then, the end of a semester- especially when it was also the end of the school year- was always like that. Busy. Which she didn't mind, actually, it kept her from dwelling on the fact that friends would soon be packing up and leaving.
Of course, the strange sugary things falling from the sky were also pretty effective at keeping her from dwelling on things. The horses had managed to nibble a few of them, and now had far too much energy to work off in the pasture.
The pasture which... what is wrong with this grass? Blind Seer bitched as he attempted to curl up for a snooze. Whatever it was, it was getting all tangled in his coat and that was not on.
Of course, the strange sugary things falling from the sky were also pretty effective at keeping her from dwelling on things. The horses had managed to nibble a few of them, and now had far too much energy to work off in the pasture.
The pasture which... what is wrong with this grass? Blind Seer bitched as he attempted to curl up for a snooze. Whatever it was, it was getting all tangled in his coat and that was not on.