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It's good to be home again was not a sentiment that Liliana had often. After all, she was used to traipsing from plane to plane, motivated by nothing but her own whims, abandoning houses and manses and manors for decades at a time, if not longer. To have that thought upon returning to Fandom was quite bizarre--and clearly motivated by the dual trials that was Innistrad's near dissolution followed by a stay at her Ravnica townhouse. It was quite spacious for a townhouse, especially in the Tenth District, but certainly not as big as the mansion here. The bathtub there was merely adequate, and she didn't have a proper workroom.
All good reasons for the feeling of homecoming when they stepped out of the portal and entered the front door.
Being greeted by Josu who wanted Liliana to know exactly how much he had suffered in the interim was also a contributing factor surely. It wasn't odd to miss a cat. They were the gods' perfect creatures, after all.
And now she was ensconced in their parlor, Josu purring in her lap, notebook in hand to prepare for her summer class, and with the oddest desire to text people to inform them of her return. Again, an inexplicable impulse, as Liliana's comings and goings were nobody's business but her own, but a compelling one just the same.
Probably trying to erase multiple days spent in the company of Jace Beleren. Yes, that made sense. Who wouldn't be interested in some society after that? Good thing Supper Club was this evening or she might actually have found herself scrolling through her contacts to see who she had a reason to reach out to.
...More than the firstfew times, of course.
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All good reasons for the feeling of homecoming when they stepped out of the portal and entered the front door.
Being greeted by Josu who wanted Liliana to know exactly how much he had suffered in the interim was also a contributing factor surely. It wasn't odd to miss a cat. They were the gods' perfect creatures, after all.
And now she was ensconced in their parlor, Josu purring in her lap, notebook in hand to prepare for her summer class, and with the oddest desire to text people to inform them of her return. Again, an inexplicable impulse, as Liliana's comings and goings were nobody's business but her own, but a compelling one just the same.
Probably trying to erase multiple days spent in the company of Jace Beleren. Yes, that made sense. Who wouldn't be interested in some society after that? Good thing Supper Club was this evening or she might actually have found herself scrolling through her contacts to see who she had a reason to reach out to.
...More than the first
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