AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The motions were ingrained in him, finding some sort of enjoyment in this quiet peace, his eyes barely open until he had to move to check on the baked goods. Taking one of the flat pieces of metal he owned, he would gently poke the edges under the cookies, peeking under them to check their progress before letting them down. They still needed some more time.
Checking on the wrapped breads, he would hum as he enjoyed himself before pulling them off the coals when necessary with a pair of metal tongs, setting the pot to cool on the sandy ground. He shook his head at Fraggle's question, he'd be more than happy to teach him how to bake. Turning his own stick he would watch quietly as it turned s nice golden before gently prodding it with a claw, checking the status of the dough inside before letting it turn some more.
Checking on the wrapped breads, he would hum as he enjoyed himself before pulling them off the coals when necessary with a pair of metal tongs, setting the pot to cool on the sandy ground. He shook his head at Fraggle's question, he'd be more than happy to teach him how to bake. Turning his own stick he would watch quietly as it turned s nice golden before gently prodding it with a claw, checking the status of the dough inside before letting it turn some more.
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THE FLOWER BURNS