It was early Wednesday morning, and Telluride Marcco, or 'Telly,' and her brother Maxwell, who also preferred simply 'Max,' were already busy at their craft, tossing spiraling pizza dough high into the hair, plumes of flour bursting from all directions. The children on their way to school at the mission always huddled around the warm window for the show.
Wednesday morning Sabre jumped awake, scaring the hell out of an innocent chicken that had been sleeping soundly at the foot of her bed. She rubbed her head and groaned. No headache though, nor a hangover... In fact, she felt quite well. She glanced around her room. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
'MacGregor despite them.'
She stood at the top of the staircase and opened the door. Her every intention of tackling Alistair and beating the ever living shit out of him the moment he saw him was suddenly been put on hold.
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