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Bits and pieces of nothing big. Just wanted to try writing something Tales of Hearts R related.
Chalcedony
The kitchen in the inn was perfectly quiet. Wind wafted through the curtain facing the town square, bringing on the breeze the scent of the freshly baked bread being sold to the merchants and the soft murmurs of birds begging for scraps at the sills of the patisserie.
Today was the day they had agreed on to tackle Chalcedony’s latest source of dread - cooking.
The soft steady steps of Kunzite returning from market broke Chalcedony’s focus. The sun was still finishing its rise over the hills.
It had been weeks of false-starts and imagined beginnings of what his conversation with Kunzite would sound like.
Would he smile?
Would he just go directly into talking.
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