"To be honest, I'm hoping she won't want it and I can drink it," Waverly admits. She sets the wine down by the box and tugs on her own coat and scarf and hat, then picks up the items again and takes a deep breath before she tips her head toward the door. "Okay. Let's go see the Blacksmith.'
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Date: 2023-02-01 11:28 pm (UTC)