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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:47 pm
This is where Lilija Hrafnsdóttir and Baldur Hrafnsson live. They have private bedrooms with connected bathrooms on the second floor, and on the first floor are a living room and a kitchen/dining room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:27 pm
⇝↬⋟ιғ ι ɢαѵε ʏσυ ρɾεттʏ εиσυɢн ωσɾ∂s⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟ɔσυʟ∂ ʏσυ ραιит α ριɔтυɾε σғ υs тнαт ωσɾкs⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟ωιтн εмρнαsιs σи ғυиɔтισи ɾαтнεɾ тнαи ∂εsιɢи⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟αɾεиʼт ʏσυ тιɾε∂ˀ⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟ʻɔαυsε ι ωιʟʟ ɔαɾɾʏ ʏσυ⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟σи α вɾσкεи вαɔк αи∂ вʟσωи συт киεεs⋞↫⇜
⇝↬⋟ι нαѵε вεεи ωнεɾε ʏσυ αɾε ғσɾ α ωнιʟε⋞↫⇜  It was a fairly normal morning for her, so far. Having had awoken hours before, it was early and already she was tending to her more… Special… plants. They required a bit of looking after as she added minerals to the water where the roots hung lazily. She smiled, sniffing in the smell of resin and looking after the buds that grew. She noted which were good for harvest and which needed a little more time. They weren’t the biggest buds, but they had quite a kick to them. The woman made sure that the levels of oxygen and CO2 were appropriate for her plants, checked the water levels and the water supply, checked the pH levels and head upstairs to the kitchen, where she sat down and rested her feet.
The house was asleep. Everyone was busy or something of the sort. The town was being sleepy and she was wide-awake, bursting with life. Leaning back on the chairs back two legs, keeping herself balanced by propping her knees under the table, she sighed. Boring. Bored, bored, bored! What was wrong with this town? She was so bored. Maveron was busy, she had asked yesterday if they could hang. The bar wasn’t going to open for another… Far too long… She sighed and grunted, putting the chair normal. She stood tall and walked to the fridge to get some food.
Rooting around for a little while, she grabbed the jar of milk and checked the date. It would expire if she didn’t drink it soon. Opening the top, she quaffed it back, sighing in relief as she came back for air. Dead, she tossed the glass in the recycling bin. Turning, she headed slowly outside to her fields. They needed tending to.Doing?Going to the fields to start the face business. Singing?[x]Look?[x]STOP IT![x]  Lilija Hrafnsdóttir
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