Lighthouse Cottage, Sunday Morning
Oct. 2nd, 2011 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiritandswordIt was early and Annja was the first one up, but she didn't mind that. It suited her, actually, gave her a little time alone to gather her thoughts for the day.
She sat on the couch in the living room, mug of tea in her hands. It'd been good to see everybody again, even if she was waiting for Garin or Roux to pull some stunt. It was like them to wait for the best -- or worst -- possible moment before springing something on her. But that was part of their charm, in a bizarre way.
Annja was pulled from her thoughts when the door to Savannah's room opened down the hall; she smiled when she saw it. She hadn't expected Savannah to be the next up.
"Morning, Savannah," she called.
"Uh... not Savannah," came a voice.
She boggled. "Garin?"
[For Garin!]
She sat on the couch in the living room, mug of tea in her hands. It'd been good to see everybody again, even if she was waiting for Garin or Roux to pull some stunt. It was like them to wait for the best -- or worst -- possible moment before springing something on her. But that was part of their charm, in a bizarre way.
Annja was pulled from her thoughts when the door to Savannah's room opened down the hall; she smiled when she saw it. She hadn't expected Savannah to be the next up.
"Morning, Savannah," she called.
"Uh... not Savannah," came a voice.
She boggled. "Garin?"
[For Garin!]
