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paradisalost2010-07-22 03:04 pm
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eight of hearts
[For Mat, the morning was business as usual. Waking up, he washed his face with water from the basin. His clothes, fished out of his wardrobe by a fumbling hand, were unchanged... the normal jackets and breeches he was used to. It was cooler than it had been, but to his sleep-blurred mind, that hadn't really registered. Torch light was taken in stride as he exited into the hall and made his way down to the kitchen to pester the ghosts for a spot of breakfast.
It was only when he reached the kitchen itself and found the metal creations replaced by the bustling and familiar look of a proper, medieval setup that he actually registered something was off]
Oi! What happened to the ghosts?
It was only when he reached the kitchen itself and found the metal creations replaced by the bustling and familiar look of a proper, medieval setup that he actually registered something was off]
Oi! What happened to the ghosts?
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I'd just kinda gotten used to them.
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It feels like a fairy tale, really, but more realistic.
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[turning around, he'll look back out into the hallway, realizing that the torches are there for the first time] Wow...
I didn't even notice.