[ On Satinalia afternoon, Lazar will find in his pidge a short square box, simply but neatly wrapped in plain cloth (the inside will prove it to be flour sacking) secured with a lavender ribbon. Inside are a selection of small cakes shaped and decorated like tits. Each pair is different in size, shape, or coloring, but all are glazed to a shine. The cakes inside also vary in flavors.
The scrap paper card reads, in a quick but reasonably legible scrawl: I can't afford foie gras or chiaroscuro, but tits are easy enough. No nuts in the cakes. Happy Satinalia! -- Evelyn The other side has crossed out text that looks like translation notes on something Black Chantry-related.
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The scrap paper card reads, in a quick but reasonably legible scrawl: I can't afford foie gras or chiaroscuro, but tits are easy enough. No nuts in the cakes. Happy Satinalia! -- Evelyn
The other side has crossed out text that looks like translation notes on something Black Chantry-related.
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