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[defyingfrigidity]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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[defyingfrigidity]

[Between the surrounding forest and the daily comings and goings of the castle's own furry resident, the sight of a large animal loping around the front of the castle isn't one to catch Elsa's eyes. What does catch her attention, though, is the scratching at the door, which she can hear even out in the garden. Quickly brushing herself off, the nymph heads to the front door; there's only a moment of hesitation as she pulls it open a crack, clearly trying to see if her visitor is a welcome one or not. But a smile quickly spreads across her face, and she steps back as the heavy wood swings all the way open.]

Majima, hello!

[Aside from a slight hint of bags under her eyes - she won't stop worrying until Varian's alive again, of course - Elsa looks leagues better than how she sounded in her responses to Javert on the network.]

That pack... I hope it wasn't a hassle to bring all of that with you.

[Just how much did he gather???]

[justbeingknife]

Not at all! I got this after I started accompanyin' Fran around Ryslig. Real handy to have a bag when you're, uh. Backpacking across the peninsula.

[ His thick, white-furred tail was wagging faintly as he sat on his haunches. ]

Is there somewhere I can set this down?

[defyingfrigidity]

Perhaps I should think about getting Cass one of those, if they make them big enough for werebears...

[Elsa giggles, stepping aside to let the wolf in and turning to head towards the kitchen.]

Here, follow me. We'll set it all out on the dining room table to sort through.

[justbeingknife]

[ Majima trotted after her into the kitchen, looking around as he did so. This was perhaps his second time seeing Solsikke... and the last time, a poacher had been involved, so there really hadn't been much opportunity to take a tour.

Carefully, the wolf wriggled himself out of the pack, one forepaw at a time before shifting back, freeing him to place the bag on the table. ]

I got a few apples, plus those materials for Varian. Hey, this's a nice place.