the air shimmers and softens. A tall man appears, as if fading out of the stones, themselves. He has laughing blue-grey eyes, and his thinning curly brown hair and copper-red beard streaked with grey somehow suggest the happy dancing of flames. He is dressed in silken robes of muted earth tones, accross which seem to shimmer Hopi and Three Rivers pictograms in dim tans, yellows, and golds.
' Mornin', All. {{{UFies, all}}}
Gads, I'm exhausted -- just couldn't seem to sleep, last night. I hope everyone is feeling well?
*prepares evil triple-mocha according to ancient family recipe*
*stares groggily at mug of ambrosia*
*rummages about in robes*
*adds powdered ginseng, ginger, and guarana to ambrosia*
I hate to do it, but I need a wake-up call...
*imbibes deeply*
Gack! Oh, that tastes hideous! *shudders*
Ah, well; /me takes me medicines as me needs 'em, I suppose...
*continues drinking, scowling, and hoping the next swallow will be the last*
Promise to self: next cup is a dark mocha; I don't deserve this kind of brutality -- self-imposed or not.
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