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* Nacheyla walks into the Hall, lighting the candles and humming under her breath. * Nacheyla unlocks the door. <Nacheyla> Hall's open * Nacheyla wanders into the kitchen, still humming * Nacheyla comes out of the kitchen with a tray of meats and cheeses and breads balanced on one shoulder and a tray with a largish cake and a bottle of wine on the other. She sets these on the bar and goes back into the kitchen * Temire slips in the door and heads for the bar. She's dressed in her usual breeches and undyed shirt with her sword on her hip. * Jaret enters from the main door, removing his plumed hat as he enters. His colors of the day are a deep green with black edging. His rapier hangs in its usual place at his side. "Good evening everyone!" * Temire perches on a stool, "Good evening Jaret. How are you?" * Zoya enters, smiling cheerily and humming slightly under her breath. "Good evening, my friends!" She strides to the bar and leans against a stool, waiting for Nach to emerge from the kitchen. * Jaret walks up to the bar. "Is there an occasion, Lady duRosten? The cake is a welcome surprise." * Nacheyla comes back in from the kitchen with a several brightly wrapped packages. <Jaret> ::bows to Temire:: Good evening, Temire. I am well. How are you faring?" <Nacheyla> Good evening Zoya, M'lord Jaret... good evening Temire. Have some cake... I'll get some plates and forks * Nacheyla drops of the packages and heads back into the kitchen <Zoya> ::blinks at the cake and packages:: Is it your birthday, Nacheyla? * Temire smiles at Jaret, "Much better." <Jaret> Much better? I'm sorry, Temire, I must be forgetting something. What caused you to not feel well? * Nacheyla comes back out with several small plates and forks <Nacheyla> ::slicing a piece of cake:: Here you are... <Nacheyla> ::the cake is chocolate with raspberry filling and rich white chocolate icing <Nacheyla> :: * Temire blushes suddenly and starts examining the items on the bar, "Oh...Just a little cold." <Jaret> Well, I'm glad you've overcome it, then. * Temire continues to blush, "Thank you Jaret." * Jaret takes a plate with some cake, but doesn't eat any yet. "What's the occasion?" <Nacheyla> Zoya guessed it... <Nacheyla> ::grins:: <Zoya> Ah-HA! Happy birthday, then, and many returns! Alas, I didn't know to bring you a gift, Nacheyla. But then, what *does* one get for the undead-hunter who has everything? ::chuckles:: <Temire> Happy Birthday Nacheyla. <Nacheyla> Thank you... <Jaret> Well, let me join in the congratulations. Happy Birthday. * Nacheyla grins <Zoya> ::taking a plate of cake:: This looks marvelous. ::takes a small bite:: Oh, heavenly... <Nacheyla> I usually don't bother to make a fuss over it... but today I am three hundred years old, and I thought that was a nice round number <Zoya> Three hundred? And here I was sure you couldn't be a day over two-seventy-five. ::winks:: * Temire blinks, "Nacheyla, when do you start lying about your age, and when do you stop lying about your age?" <Nacheyla> ::grins at Temire:: Oh, I think I might start lying about it when I get to be around four hundred... I stopped lying about it last time when I got to almost ninety... by then, I figured it didn't matter anymore... <Zoya> ::laughs:: You start lying about your age when you're old enough to be ashamed of it. You stop lying about it when you've matured to the point that you realize it doesn't actually matter. * Jaret waits until Nacheyla has some cake and then has a taste. "Oh, this is quite good." * Nacheyla pours several glasses of a pale purple wine. <Nacheyla> I know it's not your usual, Jaret, but it is quite good... <Jaret> I will trust the Hallmaster's judgments. ::takes a glass:: <Temire> Why would someone be ashamed of how old they are? <Zoya> There are plenty of people who think age is something to be ashamed of, either because they think their youthful looks are more important than the experience in their hearts, or because aging reminds them that they are closer to death... ::shrugs:: I've never really understood it, myself. <Nacheyla> I don't know... I got a lot of "aren't you too old to be having children" when I was in my early eighties * Zoya helps herself to a piece of cheese and nibbles it slowly. * Temire shakes her head, "If I think about this much more I'm going to give myself a headache." <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: What? <Temire> It just occurred to me that an elf would think that 80 was way to young to be having children. <Nacheyla> ::grins:: I'm not an elf. <Zoya> Not that I'm wishing a visit on us or anything, and it's been a lovely, peaceful few months since she last showed herself, but does anyone here happen to know anything about Yb's staff? <Nacheyla> ::takes a sip of wine and a bite of cake:: Not in the least * Temire shakes her head. <Jaret> Sorry, Zoya. It's not really my area of expertise. I could look around some, and see if Bai is in town or not, if you'd like, and ask him to come see you when he's got a chance. <Zoya> Ah, well. It was only a thought. I am beginning to suspect that Lisl's little problem may have something to do with the time Yb's staff burned her. But I don't know enough to be sure. * Temire looks questioningly at Zoya, "I think I've missed a few thing?" * Jaret allows himself a tiny grin. "Lisl's gotten off on the wrong foot lately." <Zoya> Lisl's been having this strange problem with one of her feet. It started right after our trip to take care of Tyl's brother, and we thought that might have been the cause. And I still think that's part of it. But it isn't as cut-and-dried as that, and I'm having to look around for some possible alternative catalysts. * Temire thinks for a moment, "So you think that whatever Tyl's brother did to Lisl may have combined with whatever Yb did to Lisl and so now Lisl can't shake it off like she normally does?" * Nacheyla makes a sandwich from some roast beef cuts, several pieces of cheddar cheese and two pieces of bread <Zoya> That's one of my theories, yes. * Jaret nibbles on his cake, and drinks the dessert wine. <Temire> But wouldn't Lisl have just recovered from what Yb did long before she went after Tyl's brother? <Zoya> ::shrugs:: Physically, yes, she had. But that... woman's magic isn't anything like normal, and without being able to get my hands on her staff - which seems unlikely in the extreme - I haven't the slightest idea what it's capable of. <Nacheyla> ::gives Zoya a long look:: Putting your hands on Yb's staff is probably a good way to find out if you're capable of regeneration... <Zoya> ::grins at Nacheyla:: Trust me - I saw what it did to Lisl when she only kicked it. I have no intention of trying to touch it without its permission. * Temire shakes her head, "I don't understand magic at all. Yohko Sensei and Mistress Michelle keep saying they're going to get Mistress Aldis to teach me how magic works even if I can't cast any spells. But it hasn't happened so far. Course Mistress Michelle's been talking about putting me into Mistress Tyl'gainia's school when it reopens." <Nacheyla> That should be soon... Vallel's been talking about it <Zoya> I don't even know if that's the right path to follow. But I've got to look somewhere. If it were as simple as blood magic or a death curse, I should at least have been able to *identify* it by now. <Zoya> ::glances at Temire:: Does she think you've a touch of psionics? Or is that only to learn the way of them? * Temire gets a look on intense concentration on her face, "I'm not sure. I don't even think Mistress Michelle knows. When you all got back from taking care of Mistress Tyl'gainia's brother Mistress Michelle was VERY sick. Mistress Michelle's been teaching me how to heal and Yohko Sensei's been teaching me shiatsu, and Mistress Michelle had to teach me how to readjust her chi flows by combining the two arts. * Jaret is quietly boggled. <Temire> She was delirious for a lot of it, but she mentioned a lot of the terms I've heard her use in reference to Mistress Tyl'gainia's talents. <Zoya> ::shrugs, grinning:: I know a little healing magic, and a fair amount of mundane healing. But Michelle's arts are beyond me. * Nacheyla makes a face <Nacheyla> I don't think I understood a word of that * Temire gets a frustrated look on her face, "I can't really explain it. It was like Mistress Michelle had too much magical energy in her and couldn't get rid of it. So I had to...I'm not really certain what the right word is...touch maybe. Anyway, I had to touch her nerve clusters in specific ways in order to drain to extra energy off and restore her natural balance. * Jaret thinks to himself that this is some damn fine cake and wine, and that he misses Felis and Adam. * Zoya looks vaguely interested in the way of a specialist of another field... * Nacheyla pours another glass of wine * Jaret finishes his cake and wine. "Thank you, Nacheyla, that was delightful. I wish I had known it was your birthday. I'd have brought something." <Nacheyla> ::gestures to the pile of gifts:: where I used to live, we had a different tradition. Those are for you three. Pick one and open it. <Zoya> ::looks somewhat surprised, then laughs:: Did you grow up with halflings, Nacheyla? <Jaret> Oh, well... I... ::studies the packages briefly, and picks the smallest one:: Is it fragile? <Nacheyla> Not with them, but just across the river... our family ::her eyes grow soft and cloudy for a moment:: used to trade with them a lot <Nacheyla> ::thinks for a moment:: You could probably drop it, but I wouldn't recommend jumping up and down on it. <Jaret> Well then, a little shake probably won't harm it. ::he gently shakes the package next to his ear and then carefully unwraps it, carefully undoing each knot and attachment:: <Zoya> ::chuckles:: That explains a lot. ::watches Jaret open his present:: <Nacheyla> Zoya? Temire? there are plenty of gifts. I wasn't sure who would be here tonight. * Jaret opens the slender package, a gentle rattling noise getting slightly louder as he does so. He pulls out some long, dark, polished trays, and some chopsticks with finely crafted inlays. "Oh, Nacheyla, they're lovely. Thank you." <Nacheyla> You're welcome. * Zoya grins, shrugs, and pulls a package at random from the pile. * Zoya rattles the package gently, poking and prodding and sniffing. Finally, she rips away the paper. * Temire looks a little relieved now that Zoya's taken a package and picks one out herself. * Temire carefully unwraps her package. <Zoya> Oh! Lovely! ::She holds up a silver mirror, brush, and comb set, decorated with an exquisite rendering of a bathing nymph on the backs of the mirror and brush.:: She examines her reflection in the mirror, uses the comb to smooth a bit of wild hair, then stands and bows to Nacheyla.:: Thank you. <Nacheyla> I'm glad you like them. * Temire opens her box to reveal several objects wrapped in silk. * Temire begins to unwrap the silk packages revealing a variety of sliced geodes and ebony stands to display them on. <Nacheyla> Actually, doing birthday gifts like this is a wonderful way to justify my bad habit of buying everything that I think is pretty or interesting. After three hundred years, I'd be running out of places to put them * Temire stands and bows to Nacheyla, "Thank you Mistress Nacheyla." <Nacheyla> You're welcome... <Zoya> ::finishes off her slice of cake and turns to Jaret:: Do I understand, from what you said earlier, that you know where Bai lives when he's in residence? <Jaret> Well... not exactly. I think I know some of the places he might occasionally frequent when he's in town, aside from the Meade Hall. It's not really 'knowing'... more like I have a somewhat greater than negligible chance of finding him, if he's here. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Ah, well, then... If you happen to run into him in the next couple of weeks, please tell him I'd like a word or three with him on the subject of Yb's staff. He's welcome to stop by the Tower at any time - I keep eclectic hours. <Jaret> Very well then, High Priestess, I will do that. <Zoya> ::smiles:: My thanks. And now, I really must be going. My thanks again, Nacheyla, and a very Happy Birthday to you! <Nacheyla> Have a pleasant evening. <Zoya> Thank you. Good evening Jaret, Temire... * Zoya heads out into the night, humming softly. * Jaret has been fiddling around with the chopsticks, and he carefully places them back in their rests and wraps them up. "I had best be going. I should check around, and see if Bai is in town before I head home for the evening." <Nacheyla> Stay warm... it's starting to get chilly out there... * Temire repacks her gift as well, "And I should get home before Mistress Michelle starts worrying." <Nacheyla> Take care... sleep well and that sort of thing. * Jaret smiles broadly to Nacheyla. "I'll walk briskly, and seek out some of the city's rapscallions, should I start to feel a chill coming on. Good night, everyone!" * Temire walks off into the night, "Goodnight Jaret." <Nacheyla> Rapscallions beware... * Jaret exits the Hall. * Nacheyla watches as everyone leaves then begins clearing the bar, humming under her breath. <Nacheyla> Three hundred... ::peers at herself in the mirror behind the bar:: You'd never know it. |
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