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[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is in a quiet corner of the Plane with all his Cloth Fixin' stuff. Beside him, as always in these situations, is his own Cloth, and in a small, partially-assembled pile in front of him is a Gold Cloth that seems, for lack of a better word, somewhat spikier. Mu is currently examining a part that looks like it would make up a shoulder guard. The expression on his face is sad, and as he goes over the pieces of the cloth, he does so gently and reverently - as though he's afraid to hurt it.]

You served your masters well...

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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mu...I am so sorry.

[lamb_of_gold]

Their lives were not lost in vain.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I am glad for that at least.

[lamb_of_gold]

As are we all, but ones passing still pains us. Cancer mourns its masters.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She bows her head.] I can only offer my deepest sympathies.

[lamb_of_gold]

[He pats her muzzle]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She leans into the pats and butts her head against Mu's hip.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[A slow dip of the head.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[She touches her nose to the Cloth's nose, sending along feelings of sympathy.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[....~<3]