"with lace rain added, please and thank you
Rebecca's style kind of reminds me of Archie and Jughead.
Yup…who doesn’t?
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Cabin
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Uhhh yeah…Shaking Pom poms ….nodding… I LOVE that…those…*s*
Vosk River Delta
* the sky was becoming a darker blue almost black in some places it almost look like black velvet to her ...as tiny lights started to shimmer through the sky they were starting to appear here and there .... she turned ger head as she pushed tresses of silver locks behind her small elven like ears as she watched the Bowman once again tie the 5 skiffs together tethering them emd to end .... * surprisingly tge last skiff had a coffee of slaves that seemed to maje no sound ... * she tilted her head to the side as sge wondered why * ... it was none of her buisness as she watched ... she knew to stay out of the way ... she shelded her necked form she pressed creamy knees up against her full ample vreasts as she wrapped her arms around her knees ...making herself as small as possible ... she just watched the Free, slaves ,Bowman ...* but still couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched * as darkness feel
absolutelyand a reason to shake our pom poms
It just makes the games fun!
Cabin
Having failed In My search for others I return to My Cabin.
it's like pro sport rivalries..they're fun for that week..but it's just a game..it's not like a sake on heelswinks
Not seeing anyone about, I move on.
Song: Ophelia
by The Lumineers
DiningRoom
Vanessa's movements in the kitchen were deliberate but tinged with a sense of unease. Her mind was preoccupied with the events that had transpired out by the barn, the presence of the marshal stirring up a whirlwind of questions and concerns. Though she tried to focus on the task, her thoughts kept circling back to the encounter, her brow furrowed in deep concentration.As she set the table and brought the pot of soup to the table, her movements faltered, her hands trembling slightly as she grappled with the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. The fact that something had occurred, something significant enough to warrant the marshal's presence, yet she remained in the dark, left her feeling unsettled.
Setting down the bowl with only a single scoop of soup, Vanessa sat at the table, her gaze fixed on Ace, a silent plea for answers lingering in her eyes. Despite her efforts to conceal her inner turmoil, the tension in the room was palpable, a quiet reminder of the unanswered questions that loomed overhead.
She reflected back to what you said about being hungry, and the lines grew deeper on her brow.
"Really?...that's all you have to say? Nothing like, Oh Honey you will never guess what happened the other night in town.....I see...So much for sharing everythin' huh..."
The more she thought, the more it became about something else besides not knowing.
Song: Hamlet - Drinking song
by Hvorostovsky
Hearing her name called - she dropped the stick and headed back into the serving wagon.
l/p
Very true…