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Date: May 29th, before sunset
Location: The bar
Status: Public (Raphael!)
Summary: Dustfinger and Raphael at the bar


Raphael went ahead to the bar without looking that Raphael was coming after him. Thinking of home always put him in a sad mood.

Instead of sitting on the counter he went to a table and sit on a chair there so that Raphael could be across from him.

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[feuerschlucker]

"Every book creates a world", Dustfinger said. "How is that one?"

[featheredhugs]

"That is true," he nodded, thinking of how to answer. "Well, He spoke everything into existence. Light, trees, animals. Except humans, he created them out of dust. I find the Creation of the world quite fascinating indeed."

[feuerschlucker]

"That is what an author does", Dustfinger pointed out. "What is the world in it like?"

[featheredhugs]

"You're in it," Raphael smiled. His smile faded only slightly. "It is a wonderful place but sometimes bad things happen and it's not so wonderful."

[feuerschlucker]

"No," Dustfinger said. "This isn't a world in a book. This is the world that makes books."

[featheredhugs]

Raphael had to admit that was true. "Have you visited other worlds besides this one?" he asked curiously.