
It's All About Timing. Formerly an IC blog, but since the retirement of Millicent Bowyen, now just sort of my personal blog. She/her. You'll find RP, GW2 stuff, and League of Legends.GW2 GW2 ID: Raevyn.9102 LoL ID: Raevyn Grove
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She Stumbled In In The Morning, Throane In Tow, And Found The Sleeping Syrean. Despite The Look Her Guardian
She stumbled in in the morning, Throane in tow, and found the sleeping Syrean. Despite the look her guardian gave her, Milli just smiled and went to wake her. But then she saw the page.
Milli slid it out from under Syrean's arm and carefully looked over the neatly scripted lines, considering. This would be for her shop, after all. It would be a representation of her business. After staring thoughtfully at the paper for a rather long time, she picked up the pen and circled the fifth logo from the bottom. She scribbled, I love it! in the margins.
Then she went back over and grabbed Throane's hand. "We should get her breakfast," she said softly. "And let her sleep a bit longer."

By the end of the night, Syrean had fallen asleep at Milli’s desk and used up all of the purple ink. She hoped Milli would like at least one of the designs.
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