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paradisalost2010-12-24 02:24 pm
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Twenty Three Frogs
[The inside of Puddleglum’s shack doesn’t seem like it should be large enough to contain the spindly creature, but the Marsh-Wiggle seems completely content, all the same. A fire is burning in a rough hewn hearth, flames licking the base of a heavy black pot until the aroma of the cooking stew fills the small space.
Settled in a chair, long legs stretched out in front of him with his webbed feet bare, Puddle’s got his pipe between his lips. There’s no smoke… but for now he can taste the tobacco. A close second.
It serves no purpose, but he puffs on the pipe anyway, looking out the window at the thick drifts of snow. Narnian Christmas. There was no better place to be]
[ooc: Open for anyone wanting to spend time with a quiet Marsh-Wiggle. He might even be less depressing than usual. It is Christmas, after all.]
Settled in a chair, long legs stretched out in front of him with his webbed feet bare, Puddle’s got his pipe between his lips. There’s no smoke… but for now he can taste the tobacco. A close second.
It serves no purpose, but he puffs on the pipe anyway, looking out the window at the thick drifts of snow. Narnian Christmas. There was no better place to be]
[ooc: Open for anyone wanting to spend time with a quiet Marsh-Wiggle. He might even be less depressing than usual. It is Christmas, after all.]