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alexseanchai: When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.
Natacha lay on the broad grund branch, eyes closed. She felt so light, as though the merest puff of wind might lift her into the air! Of course the gravity wasn’t weak enough for that. She would stay on the branch unless she fell asleep and somehow managed to roll off—which would take real talent, as it was a very wide branch.
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She sipped her drink. None of them spoke. Shock, combined with a deeply ingrained dread of making a scene in public, had silenced them. She had the upper hand and intended to keep it. "If you didn't want to be overheard, you oughtn't to have had your disgusting little conversation right next to an open doorway," she said.
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As Kidrash lay in his soaking tub reviewing the events of the afternoon, a sleek dark bird with a white breast and a long tail—a swallow?—alighted on the sill of a high window that was open to vent steam from the bath. “Kidrash Tarkaan,” said the Swallow softly but clearly. Startled, Kidrash sat up with a splash and reached for a towel with which to cover himself. The Swallow made a clicking sound. Kidrash realized it was laughing. Tittering derisively, probably. Well, by the Hand of Azaroth, how was he supposed to behave when an intelligent creature peered in upon him in his bath?
alexseanchai: When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.Natacha lay on the broad grund branch, eyes closed. She felt so light, as though the merest puff of wind might lift her into the air! Of course the gravity wasn’t weak enough for that. She would stay on the branch unless she fell asleep and somehow managed to roll off—which would take real talent, as it was a very wide branch.
***
She sipped her drink. None of them spoke. Shock, combined with a deeply ingrained dread of making a scene in public, had silenced them. She had the upper hand and intended to keep it. "If you didn't want to be overheard, you oughtn't to have had your disgusting little conversation right next to an open doorway," she said.
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As Kidrash lay in his soaking tub reviewing the events of the afternoon, a sleek dark bird with a white breast and a long tail—a swallow?—alighted on the sill of a high window that was open to vent steam from the bath. “Kidrash Tarkaan,” said the Swallow softly but clearly. Startled, Kidrash sat up with a splash and reached for a towel with which to cover himself. The Swallow made a clicking sound. Kidrash realized it was laughing. Tittering derisively, probably. Well, by the Hand of Azaroth, how was he supposed to behave when an intelligent creature peered in upon him in his bath?
