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May. 4th, 2012 09:34 amThese evenings feel a little more comfortable once the island goes back to normal. The days are warm in a different way, the air tinged with salt, and the evenings are cooler, meaning that it's possible for one to sit out on the porch with a glass of wine, a growing puppy fast asleep at one's feet.
However, it's nights like these that Ellen's grateful to have company sitting in the chair beside her, and she glances over at Matt without lifting her head, letting it lazily shift against the back of the chair. Her half-empty glass is clasped loosely in one hand; under her legs, Zeus shifts and rolls, kicking out too-big paws in his sleep.
"They've started Council nominations again," she murmurs, picking up the conversation as the subject springs to mind. "And you'll never guess whose name I saw on the list today."
However, it's nights like these that Ellen's grateful to have company sitting in the chair beside her, and she glances over at Matt without lifting her head, letting it lazily shift against the back of the chair. Her half-empty glass is clasped loosely in one hand; under her legs, Zeus shifts and rolls, kicking out too-big paws in his sleep.
"They've started Council nominations again," she murmurs, picking up the conversation as the subject springs to mind. "And you'll never guess whose name I saw on the list today."