rose: play dress-up

[fluthlu]

[In want of a quiet place to knit, Rose has taken her yarn and her needles into the library this morning, and commandeered a table near the back. She's just finishing up what looks like a tiny, purple sweater, but the recipient of the garment doesn't seem to like it took much.]

Edgar, yarn isn't a digestible material. Please refrain from eating your own clothing.

[A tiny black kitten, who's been rolling around on the table, gently drops the sweater sleeve from his mouth before meowing loudly into the journal and hopping off the table to explore the rest of the library.]

((ooc: open post!))

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[inafadingcrown]

I am sorry to hear it. [And she offers a slight smile in return.] But we have strayed into talk of things more dark than I would have liked. Let us cast such thoughts aside for the moment and take joy in what light there is now.

[fluthlu]

Ah, yes. [She looks a little guilty.] I'm sorry.

[inafadingcrown]

You needn't be.