The Vosk River
Looking

My bro. Mental midget wifey has odd dog a snitsue? Dust mop doggie allways underfoot wont fetch a ball
And cost like 600 bucks..

laughing...

I think I had to translate Jilly-speak for Copper when he started visiting here.

newfounland ones are cool....nice doggies

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* she sat and continued to eat ...some of tge rest of the Bosk meat ....watching the waters noticing you couldn't even see the small shore anymore ... * a shiver run ip her spine out of no where * she didn't know why ...but she knew it was real quiet

I'm partial to the Newfoundland (in the working group).... massive dog and the Portuguese Water Dog.

laughs

Rehearsals
While she's much more used to this side of the table than you, the surreal feeling is still there. Because it's hers. Not someone else's play or a famous work she's getting ready to help put on, but her own. Her creation that these people are auditioning to join.

As you reach out to steal a bite, she tips the container slightly so you can see what you're stealing. A little nod as you agree with her.

Is that weird or what? That she made it felt real? That she seemed to picture what I pictured?

Having someone who matches vision with you is definitely the dream. A dream she wasn't trying to place too much weight on this time. It's a small production, she can't expect the world.

Whatever she was about to say is lost when you offer her a bite, leaning in to snag it from your chopsticks.

It still doesn't feel quite like it's really happening. Like maybe I'm asleep.

Then again, her dreams have been about this play for some time. Both sleeping ones and the kind that come when she's awake. Lifting another bite from her container to her mouth, she startles a little when her phone gives a bubbly little twinkle. Her phone that is not on the floor with them, but back at the table they've been seated behind most of the day.

Still chewing, she plunks everything down and moves to her feet, heading over to turn off the alarm. Able to swallow by the time she does.

Seems it's time to open up the doors again.

Padding back over to you, she leans down to steal a kiss, lingering there for three seconds before squatting to gather up her things, closing the takeout container with her chopsticks sticking out of it and sweeping the pile of papers up with the other hand as she makes her way back to the table, stepping back into the heels she'd abandoned when the last audition had ended as she does.

Ready?

Asked with her back to you as she tucks takeout containers back into the paper bag with cardboard in the bottom, folding it over a few times to close it back up.

Heading up the steps of the serving wagon, she slipped inside to use the wash basin to clean her hands.

some of those dogs are worth biggie biggie money

Vosk River Delta
He shrugged as he saw you already had provisions for yourself. He pulled the jerky away from your grasp and offered over to the next skiff towards surrender{Blade}.

Yes vaash our conv do take odd directions

.be easyier if everyone knew jillyspeak lol

Lake Lanier
*well hello there leg strength! chuckling inwardly as I feel the pressure as you squeezed and feeling you press up and then fall back down to lay fully on the blanket as you gushed for me, lapping quickly at your sweet juices to gather as much as I could and not stopping until I felt as if I’d gathered as much as I could for my own….a grin as I lifted my head slightly to look at you before lifting a hand to wipe at my mouth before crawling up over your body and kissing you softly on the lips*

What do you think Meredith?

Should this become a regular event?

*grinning down at you*

The Vosk River
*feeling the normally hot air starting to cool and the normal brightness of the sky starting to darken I open my eyelids and slowly sit up, looking around and getting the sleep from my eyes*

major crimes not that bad.

Vosk River Delta
He gathered several of his bravest men together. Tips of reed have been broken off there was one small one. He held them together in his clamped fist and told them to choose. They each drew from the reeds in his hand and one rencer came up with the short one.

yeah, Jilly

There are breeds I did not know existed

laughing...you are prolly right....

Major crimes on couch best i can find

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- reaching for the the silver you held for me-.

"I am sure this is much better than I put in my pouch then"..-eyes dancing in the the dark-

"Thank you for thinking of me"

I'm sitting here chuckling over the conversation flow in here

I bet no one could follow any logic here but we all seem to