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sidony venaras. ([personal profile] indissection) wrote2011-09-29 09:20 pm

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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-10-15 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
Is your mother a ready fainter? As a physician, surely you might seek a remedy —

[ light, teasing. ]

But you may have done well for the Marches; I can't say I recommend Orlais at the moment. Or the Anderfels. Or the Imperium, quite ever.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-05 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
The dreadful secret of this place is they haven't the first idea what they need,

[ after two years at it, that should probably be a 'we'. some days it is. some conversations. ]

Save more of it, and now. What do you intend they need from you?
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Then you've the freedom to decide,

[ complain though he might, the western approach had been — ultimately — something of a choice. ]

Where you might go, and how you might offer it.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-06 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Have you an area of specialty?

[ look who totally didn't already get the deets from ilias ]
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-07 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
You should know that's terribly mysterious.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-07 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Other things are what a doctor says in a novel, before she reveals her secret history as a bard.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-10 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
No one said you had to sing well.

[ isaac you've used that line before ]

Think of the novelty, a bard that couldn't sing. No one would suspect you.
Edited 2018-11-10 10:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-12 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Are we not doing so now? Does the very lilt of poetry not grace my ears?
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-11-18 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
True. I've always felt a bit bad for tall, strappingly rugged poets. I'm certain that's why I never made it.