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Library [10.12]

Karal and Altra arrived, opened the door, spent a moment staring in open mouthed shock, then turned around and left, heading for the stables.

They returned shortly, Karal with a pitchfork in hand.

He needed it just to clear a path to the desk.

There were thin silvery strands, slippery and bright, everywhere. It was falling from the ceiling in irregular showers, coiling on the bookshelves and coating the chairs.

As Karal scraped it aside, it clung to him, sticking to hands and hair and robes. "This," he muttered, "is worse than the music."

Altra didn't answer. For all that he was an avatar of a god, ancient in both years and wisdom, he was still a cat. Some things were biologically hardwired. Butt in the air, he crouched, then pounced, sending up a cloud of tinsel that whirled through the air, and coated them both liberally as it settled.

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There was still...you guessed it -- tinsel! Everywhere.

Altra was amusing himself by leaping into drifts of it and rolling around, batting it into the air.

In truth, it was making Karal kind of seasick.

A little before fourth period, the library door opened and someone slid in. Tinsel helps with that.

That said, he managed to straighten up and actually stop around the main desk, a sweet smelling (http://www.cookingdebauchery.com/cooking_debauchery/2008/01/browned-butter.html) bag in one hand.

"Hello," he said with a tip of an invisible hat, "haven't seen you in ages. Baked. No lunch. Sorry. Schedule."

Beat.

"Are you all right?"

Karal smiled at him as Altra trotted over. "Liir, hello. It has been ages, hasn't it?" he said. "I think both of our schedules are probably to blame for that. But you're here now." He sniffed appreciatively, able to enjoy the smell now that Altra had stopped pouncing. "What did you bake?"

"Cookies," he admitted.

"Chocolate chip and sour cherry."

He gave Altra a quick bow of the head.

"Altra, hello. How are you both?"

Karal's stomach rumbled. Sheepish," he said, "They do sound good."

Altra nodded back, purring. :We're well. We're confused as to why there's tinsel everywhere, but we're well. And you?:

"They're for you," he said with a roll of his eyes before pushing them across the counter.

Then he turned to Altra.

"You're not alone. My plan to do soups, well, let us say it's been scrapped for the day. Other than that I'm, er, mostly well. I'm glad you're both in good health and cheer."

Karal grinned and snagged a cookie. "But how are you, Liir? Are things going well with you?" he asked, nibbling the cookie as Altra leapt up to the counter, so Karal wasn't staring up at Liir.

"Well," he said, honest if not as honest as he was about to be.

"I've just lost a friend, I think. But I've kept most of the others. And I found out some things from home. And, er, I've got an assignment of sorts that I'm working on.

"What about you? What have you been up to?"

He slowly put the cookie down, grin fading. "I've been up to my ears in work from home," he replied, in tones that said it wasn't at all important. "Do you want to tell me more about some of that?"

[ooc: I have to go to work :( - SP?]

[certainly! I figured! have a good day!]

"Nothing much to tell. I missed something and it upset her and then she decided I wasn't worth her time. Nothing's permanent and such things last least of all."

He scratched at an ear.

"Work from home? Is everything all right?"

"Nothing serious, just," he waved a hand in the air, "the ongoing business of balancing being a student and being an ambassador. It's getting more difficult, but I'll persevere." Karal was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry that happened, Liir. It's a horrible thing to lose a friend."

He shrugged.

"Lots of horrible things happen. At least this one didn't involve anyone being hurt."

He had an odd way of doing it, but he was being positive.

"And if there's ever anything I can do to help with your work, please let me know. Even if it's just bringing by tea and meals for you."

"very true," he said, with a small smile, appreciating the practicality of it, and the positivity. He snagged another cookie, and offered one to Liir. "Thank you for the offer, and I may just take you up on it at some point. There doesn't seem to be any end to the papers coming form home."

"From what I heard of government back home, it seems to be a common enough problem. Or perhaps just a symptom of order."

He took the cookie.

"And I like feeling useful."

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