OP has returned, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. There it is - the beginnings of a fill. OP can hardly believe her eyes!
OP claims the picnic blanket as a seat and opens a very full backpack. OP starts to pull out one item after another - five, fresh-backed sweetrolls with extra icing, little cakes and candies from all over Tamriel, strawberry tortes, bottles of sweet and dry wines, various brandies and scotch, flavored ales and meads, and, of course, a contract promising the majestic A!A rights to the name of the OP's firstborn.
OP settles in, sighs contentedly, and watches as the rest of the magic unfurls.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1a/?
OP claims the picnic blanket as a seat and opens a very full backpack. OP starts to pull out one item after another - five, fresh-backed sweetrolls with extra icing, little cakes and candies from all over Tamriel, strawberry tortes, bottles of sweet and dry wines, various brandies and scotch, flavored ales and meads, and, of course, a contract promising the majestic A!A rights to the name of the OP's firstborn.
OP settles in, sighs contentedly, and watches as the rest of the magic unfurls.