http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-10-13 06:23 am (UTC)

Olga's eyes go wide, and she whistles, long and low. She walks in, spinning on one heel to take in the details.

"Oh Lyonya. Is this your doing?"

She's prowling a little, looking in all the nooks and crannies, like a small child searching for hidden presents on Christmas morning.

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