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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/11/2017 6:52:01 PM
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[i]With that, Oliver kneeled down silently, a hushed sigh leaving his lips. To occupy his internal turmoil, he would stroke the head of a small Labrador puppy. Dogs, unsurprisingly, had been a larger part of his life - while his bаstard sister served as an assistant to the royal wizards, Oliver tended to the hounds of the keep. The war hounds were his favorite - they looked similar to a bullmastiff, but much larger, built to tackle armored men and crush limbs in seconds.[/i]
[i]...Though Oliver still liked them. For pets bred for combat, they were surprisingly loving on their own.[/i]
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"Cool. I'd like to make my own breakfast."
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"Alright.. Here." [i]Oliver would bring the bag and pie irons to Sarah, then, as he would hand her the irons. He wasn't hungry, though he was interested in what Sarah would do.[/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/13/2017 9:10:00 PMLunar transmatted in a few logs. She arranged the logs to make a little box. She put the little box made if logs farther from the tent. She used her telekinesis to bring some larger stones to make a circle around the logs. She stepped into the pit, a small flame forming in her palm as she ignited tle logs and stepped back. She made the flame in her hand disappear. "Do you have any eggs?" She asked.
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[i]Oliver was too busy watching the scene to respond, instead bringing four eggs over to Sarah silently. The entire process was so complex, yet meaningful as well.[/i]
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She opened up the pie iron, taking an egg, cracking it into the pan. She threw shell into the fire. Then she shut and locked the pie iron. The then propped it near the hot coals.
