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[The mirror opens up to Sol trudging through the snow, hands shoved in her pockets. For those that were (un?)fortunate enough to catch her while she was wildcarded, she appears to be back in her typical mood now — that is to say really, really grouchy.]

[Even more so than normal, actually. On top of everything else, the presence of even more snow irritates her. It gets in the way, and she can't think of a damn thing it's actually good for. Between this and the wildcard incident, she's in a bad enough mood now that she feels a fleeting impulse to kick it, if only because she thinks she's alone and there would be no one around to see her do so. She realizes that this won't do any good long before she makes any motion to do so, though, even if she does stomp down on it a little harder than necessary as she walks.]

[Ultimately, it doesn't take her long to notice the Vine has been tracking her progress. She scowls at that. Her lips purse together for a second, and then she declares:]

Queen's got a real shitty sense of humor.

[ ooc: Feel free to catch in person as well as respond over the Vine! ]

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It might help a little...

It won't.

[Her voice is sterner than perhaps even she meant it to be, but she isn't in the mood for this.]

-That... made her visibly flinch.-

[...Shit. She looks away, immediately feeling guilty.]

Not in the mood now.

[The response is mumbled.]

... I'll just focus on making dinner for when you come back.

... [sigh] Yeah. I won't stay out long.

Okay... Please be careful while you're out.

Not like there's much to be careful of.

I'm just worried...

... [She sighs again, the noise a little more pronounced this time.] We'll talk when I get back.

Alright...

[She comes trudging in a little while later, her poor mood downgraded to sullen and irritated. She considers avoiding the issue for a little while longer, but she still feels bad about snapping at Dizzy, so she goes to find her instead.]

-The smell of something wonderful rests in the air as she draws nearer the kitchen. Dizzy was cooking, and from the scent of it, something robust and bound to be flavorful.-

[Of course Dizzy would be in the kitchen. She doesn't come all the way in when she reaches it, instead knocking on the wall to get her attention.]

I'm back.

Oh... Welcome back, Sol. -She set a knife down, stepping gingerly toward the woman.-

It's just a skillet dinner... nothing special... I couldn't think of anything else.

Whatever you decided on is fine. [Her tone isn't sharp, but it does seem a little frustrated. She hesitates for a second, and then just...sighs.]

[Muttered:] Sorry.

Edited 2012-04-05 02:31 (UTC)