"Oh, delicious! I do so love strawberries," she gushed as she stood at the counter. Her long curly hair and long skirt seemed to be in slight but constant motion, rather like the leaves of a tree in a breeze, and Sif could smell a faint whiff of sandalwood coming from her. Her smile became warmer as she bent her head slightly closer to Sif. "But rum, dear? Why, that's hardly a good idea in your condition..."
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Date: 2012-06-14 04:27 am (UTC)Her smile became warmer as she bent her head slightly closer to Sif. "But rum, dear? Why, that's hardly a good idea in your condition..."