[Taliira had made it a sort of habit to come out and sit by the fire when she had a chance, her sketchbook in hand. Especially after last month, when she barely had the opportunity to put charcoal to paper given the annoyance of mischievous little imps. Scratch, the white dog that had followed her here, often trotted behind her and curled up by her feet to enjoy the warmth as well.
Today was no different — well, except for the fact that Toge was slumped over, and clearly not.. okay.]
Toge? Are you alright?
[He had done a lot for her, and she cared a lot for him. Most people — okay, her people — would have turned a blind eye to him, or ignored him altogether. She'd like to think she was at least getting better in not being much like what Lolth intended her to be.]
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Today was no different — well, except for the fact that Toge was slumped over, and clearly not.. okay.]
Toge? Are you alright?
[He had done a lot for her, and she cared a lot for him. Most people — okay, her people — would have turned a blind eye to him, or ignored him altogether. She'd like to think she was at least getting better in not being much like what Lolth intended her to be.]
May I sit?