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* Michelle enters from the kitchen and unlocks the door. "Hall's Open!" * Michelle returns behind the bar. She is dressed in a simple black skirt and a cream blouse. Her moon earring hangs dimly from her right ear and her hair is tied back with a black ribbon. * Vallel walks in. He's wearing a pair of deep green velvet breeches, matching vest, white shirt, and a long black cloak. At his side, he is carrying a wicked looking rapier. On his head, he has a black hat with a green plume. <Vallel> Good evening, Mistress Michelle... You look wonderful, as usual. ::executes a sweeping bow, placing his hat over his heart and bowing deeply:: * Zoya enters, obviously deep in thought. She bumps into several chairs and a table on the way to the bar. She stops at the bar only because it doesn't move. She frowns irritably at the swirls in the wood. * Jaret enters, taking off his plumed hat as he enters. He's dressed in his usual finery, and his rapier is buckled at his usual place at his side. "Well met, Michelle!" He bows deeply to her. He looks at Vallel, and asks with a grin, "Where'd you pick that up?" * Lisl stumps in in her mismatched boots, taking a seat at the bar and putting her foot up right away. With a sigh, she pulls off the oversized boot and flexes draconian toes. "Ahhhh...gods above, I'd swear the thing's been growing..." <Michelle> What's wrong Zoya? I've never seen you so preoccupied that you couldn't navigate the furniture. <Lisl> Now I know why dragons don't wear boots...there's not enough salve in the world for corns that big... <Zoya> ::glances absently up at Michelle:: Hmm? Oh. I'm starting to get fixated on Lisl's foot. There's *got* to be a way... ::she trails off again:: <Vallel> ::grins broadly:: I had a run of good luck at the card table recently and I decided to invest in some new finery ::gestures to his outfit:: This ::indicated the sword:: was part of my take at the table. <Jaret> Good evening, Lisl. I'm sorry to see that you haven't been healed yet. Is there anything I can do? <Lisl> ::crossing her legs, covering her foot protectively with the other boot:: Zoya, don't tell me you're developing a foot fetish on me *now*.... <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: By Aerdrie, they almost match now... no thanks, Jaret, unless you want to try your hand at hacking the damn' thing off.... * Jaret shakes his head. "I wouldn't dream of it." <Michelle> So what are people drinking this evening? <Lisl> ::sighing:: Ah, well. Mulled wine for me, please, Michelle. It's starting to get a touch chilly out there. ::rubbing her hands together:: <Vallel> Ginger beer? I'm developing a fondness for it. <Jaret> A glass of Arabellan Red, if you please. * Alranis slips in the door, and settles at the bar. <Lisl> ::turning her head as the door moves:: Evening, Al! * Michelle pours Jaret's wine and sets it before him on the bar along with the bottle. * Zoya glances up and nods to Alranis, then goes back to her contemplation of the woodwork. * Alranis nods at the other patrons. * Michelle fills a mug for Vallel and places it on the bar in front of him. * Jaret raises his glass to Michelle. "To your health." He has a small sip. <Michelle> Would you like anything else from the kitchen while I'm there Lisl? <Lisl> ::grinning:: Well, *since* you offer... a plate of venison would certainly hit the spot. * Michelle goes into the kitchen. <Vallel> I'd be happy to have some dinner while you're in there... * Vallel reaches into his pack and pulls out a small set of multiple pipes. * Michelle returns from the kitchen with two plates of venison. One rare, the other raw. She sets the plates down in front of Vallel and Lisl respectively. * Michelle starts rummaging under the bar, "I can cook that more if you like Vallel." <Lisl> ::grins and pulls out her boot knife, ready to set-to. * Alranis rasps to Michelle, "I'll take a mug of Weider's, if you've got it." * Michelle places a set of silverware next to Vallel's plate. <Vallel> Thank you, Mistress Michelle... ::puts the pipes down on the bar and stuffs a large piece of venison in his mouth:: Fath's o'ay, I 'ike rare mea'. ::chews and swallows:: It's fine, thank you. ::blush:: * Michelle fills a mug and sets it before Alranis. * A Stranger pushes open the door, letting in a sudden chill draft. A midnight-black velvet cloak covers the figure head to toe, the full hood pulled low to hide the face. The stranger closes the door and pauses just inside its threshold, appearing to survey the assembled patrons. * Zoya continues to stare at the bar, deep in thought * Vallel looks up for a moment, then continues to eat his dinner. * Alranis takes a sip. * Jaret raises a hand in greeting to the stranger. * Alranis takes a sidelong glance at the stranger, then returns to contemplating his drink. <Michelle> Good evening, welcome to the Meade Hall. I'm Michelle. Can I get you anything? * Lisl looks up and frowns slightly, sniffing the air and shaking her head before going back to her meal. <Vallel> ::looks up:: Mistress Michelle, you don't happen to have a potato or three hiding back there? ::smiles wistfully:: <Michelle> How do you want them? ::smiles at Vallel.:: * A Stranger drifts towards the bar, moving so smoothly as to appear to be floating. A deep, sepulchral voice booms out from beneath the cowl. "ONE AMONG YOU IS NOT AS YOU SEEM." <Vallel> baked is good... or Mistress Tyl fries them in small chunks with onions and paprika sometime... ::turns to stare in astonishment at the stranger, his hand going to his sword hilt:: * Michelle looks at everyone in the Hall and mutters something. * Jaret puts his drink down and faces the stranger. "I'm sorry, I don't think you introduced yourself yet. I'm Jaret Malkier, master swordsman. And you are...?" * Zoya blinks and glances up at the stranger. "I'd think it's more than that. Who are you?" <Vallel> ::mutters under his breath:: <A Stranger> ::lifting gloved hands to the edges of the hood:: YOU MAY CALL ME... <A Stranger> DEATH. ::The stranger pushes back the hood to reveal a pustulant, disfigured face, with carrion worms in place of hair:: * Zoya looks dubious. * Jaret looks suddenly dubious. * Vallel narrows his eyes slightly... <Michelle> So what would you like to drink Death? * Alranis sets down his mug, and scratches his cheek. * Vallel raises an eyebrow and frowns * A Stranger takes a stool at the bar, the cloak puffing out to reveal similarly night-black clothing underneath. "ELVISH WINE. If you have it." ::as the figure speaks, the voice changes from booming ominousness to a light feminine alto.:: * Michelle quirks an eyebrow, then opens another bottle of wine and fills a glass for Death. <A Stranger> Thank you. ::picking up the glass and lifting it to her rotting lips with a gloved hand:: Oh, botheration. I can't drink like this, I'd dribble. * Vallel rolls his eyes... * Lisl shakes her head, her shoulders quivering as she stares fixedly at her plate. * Jaret has a sip of wine, and turns his back on "Death." * A Stranger lifts her gloved hands once again, putting them to her face. In a singularly disgusting motion, she peels away the rotting, disfigured flesh and tosses back the maggot-hair like a hood before picking up her wineglass again and toasting the room. <Aldis> Had you going there for a moment, didn't I? <Michelle> So what's with the outfit Aldis? * Alranis snorts, and takes a sip from his mug. <Lisl> Oh, MOTHER. You're a day early! * Michelle shrugs, "The audio illusions where pretty good. I'm surprised your daughter's nose didn't pick you up, but then, you've had years to learn how to deal with that." <Zoya> ::laughs:: Right up to that "Death" line. <Aldis> ::grins like an impish 6-year-old:: It's for the Soul's Festival. I know it's old-fashioned, but I always get a kick out of dressing up for it. <Michelle> "Soul's Festival" I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one. <Lisl> It did. The rotting flesh was a bit much, actually... that's what tipped me off. <Vallel> ::peers at Lisl's mother for a long moment, then pushes his plate away:: Well, I *was* hungry... * Jaret raises his glass to Aldis. "A... fascinating costume, lady, if a trifle over the top. Welcome to the Meade Hall." <Aldis> ::pouting:: Damn, and I thought I had it right this time... Soul's Festival is more a back-country thing, but... it's a celebration of the turning of the year, sort of a spring festival in reverse. The light-hearted half is costumes and spooky stories. At midnight, however, there's traditionally a memorial celebration for the departed. That's rather more solemn. <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Think about it... my mother lives in a cabin in the woods all by herself. She's got all *year* to think these up. <Aldis> ::studying Vallel:: I *do* apologize if I put you off your food...the maggots were a bit much, perhaps? I tried for scary, not turn-the-stomach. * Vallel picks up his pipes and begins to play softly * Michelle nods, "We had something similar where I came from. Except that the solemn part had been forgotten centuries ago, and the costume part had turned into an excuse for the merchants to make a quick buck." <Michelle> Actually, the costume reminds me off some of the mythical characters Brad grew up hearing about. <Vallel> I've traveled all over this world, <Vallel> And now to another I go. <Vallel> And I know that good quarters are waiting <Vallel> To welcome old Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> |: To welcome old Rosin the Beau. :| <Vallel> And I know that good quarters are waiting <Vallel> To welcome old Rosin the Beau. <Lisl> :;swallowing another morsel of venison:: That one's not so off...minor death, right, Mother? <Vallel> When I'm dead and laid out on the counter <Vallel> A voice you will hear from below, <Vallel> Saying "Send down a hogshead of whisky <Vallel> To drink with old Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> |: To drink with old Rosin the Beau". :| <Vallel> Saying "Send down a hogshead of whisky <Vallel> To drink with old Rosin the Beau". * Aldis nods to her daughter and waves a hand at her to hush as she taps her foot to the rhythm, sipping her wine. <Vallel> Then get a half dozen stout fellows <Vallel> And stack them all up in a row <Vallel> Let them drink out of half gallon bottles <Vallel> To the memory of Rosin the Beau <Vallel> |: To the memory of Rosin the Beau :| <Vallel> Let them drink out of half gallon bottles <Vallel> To the memory of Rosin the Beau <Vallel> Then get a half dozen stout fellows <Vallel> And let them all stagger and go <Vallel> And dig a great hole in the meadow <Vallel> And in it put Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> |: And in it put Rosin the Beau. :| <Vallel> And dig a great hole in the meadow <Vallel> And in it put Rosin the Beau. * Vallel plays, takes a deep breath, then sings another stanza <Vallel> Then get ye a couple of bottles. <Vallel> Put one at me head and me toe. <Vallel> With a diamond ring scratch upon 'em <Vallel> The name of old Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> |: The name of old Rosin the Beau. :| <Vallel> With a diamond ring scratch upon 'em <Vallel> The name of old Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> I've only this one consolation <Vallel> As out of this world I go <Vallel> I know that the next generation <Vallel> Will resemble old Rosin the Beau <Vallel> |: Will resemble old Rosin the Beau :| <Vallel> I know that the next generation <Vallel> Will resemble old Rosin the Beau <Vallel> I feel that old tyrant approaching, <Vallel> That cruel remorseless old foe, <Vallel> And I lift up me glass in his honour. <Vallel> Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau. <Vallel> |: Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau. :| <Vallel> And I lift up me glass in his honour. <Vallel> Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau. * Vallel plays one last chorus, then finishes off his ginger beer, fingering his pipes thoughtfully. * Aldis smiles, and claps her hands together delightedly. "Well done, minstrel. A fine voice." * Zoya turns to Aldis. "I'm glad to see you, actually. I'm about at the end of my rope trying to figure out what to do with your daughter's foot. I only have... two things left to try, and I'm pretty sure she won't be happy about either of them.Ó <Lisl> ::chuckles and shakes her head again:: Vallel, my mother Aldis. Mother, Vallel, a student at the new psionics school and Glossaria's new fiance. <Vallel> ::stands and bows, sweeping his hat across his chest again:: A great honor, My lady Aldis... <Aldis> Goodness... ::hiding a smile:: M'lord Malkier, are you certain he's not one of yours? * Aldis returns him an elaborate high-elven courtesy. <Vallel> ::laughs:: Mistress Lisl says the same thing... <Aldis> Her foot? ::frowns, looking at Zoya puzzledly:: Your rope? Lisl, what *have* you been up to while I've been away? I swear, kids today.... <Lisl> MO-ther!!!! * Jaret smiles at Aldis. "Time will tell." <Lisl> ::grumping as she swings her foot around for inspection:: <Aldis> ::bends down to look at it closely:: Well, well, well... and you say *I'm* early for Soul's Festival? * Vallel takes out a cloth and a small piece of flexible metal and begins cleaning inside his pipes * Aldis grips the foot firmly and extends one finger, tracing a pattern on the bottom of the foot and holding it down as Lisl tries to kick:: <Lisl> MMRF! <Aldis> Well, it's definitely still her foot. She's always been ticklish there. * Lisl growls softly, deep in her throat. <Aldis> ::sharply:: No growling at your mother, Lisl. <Aldis> ::looking at Zoya:: What was it you still had to try? How did this happen? <Aldis> ::holding up her hand:: The short version, please. <Zoya> ::sighs sharply:: I'll let Lisl explain what we know about how it happened. The only who things I have left to try are... ::glances at Lisl uncertainly:: Cutting it off altogether and unleashing my holy symbol on it. ::she unconsciously grips the surge ball around her neck:: * Lisl sets her jaw. <Aldis> ::shooting Lisl a look:: Hush, you. Have you tried damaging it? To see what would happen? Does the effect regenerate? <Zoya> ::nods:: We tried both cutting away scales and dissolving them in various-strength chemicals. They react much like heavy reptile skin, but they grow back. Luckily, it doesn't seem to be spreading. * Vallel plays a few scales, then frowns at his pipes <Aldis> Hm... ::rubbing her chin:: If it grows back as normal, chances are high it wouldn't respond to amputation any differently... unless perhaps we started at the knee...::eyeing Lisl's leg:: * Lisl clutches her leg protectively. <Aldis> But your holy symbol... hmm. I assume, with everything else you tried, it's not a pure spell? It's a curse of some kind? <Zoya> Well, it *is* common practice in an amputation to cut well above the infection. But I'm not convinced it will help, really, if this is some sort of curse. And I'm just as reluctant to unleash concentrated wild magic on it. No telling what it will do if it mixes with other magic... <Zoya> ::nods:: There may even be psionics mixed in. We're waiting for Tyl'gainia to fully recover from her latest ordeal so we can check that angle. <Aldis> Hm... what about using this lad? ::nodding to Vallel:: Lisl said he was a psionics student? <Michelle> ::something suddenly occurs to Michelle.:: Lisl, can I scan you for a moment. I just thought of something. <Vallel> ::grins ruefully:: My help is... um... dubious sometimes... <Zoya> Yes, but if this has psionics mixed in, it's very powerful stuff. I don't want to involve a student if I can help it, for his protection. <Aldis> ::raising an eloquent eyebrow at Vallel at his rueful grin:: <Lisl> ::leans back with a sigh:: Fire away. I've had practically everything else done to me, and now my mother wants to chop my leg off.... <Aldis> Yes, my dear, I know, you're such a martyr... ::with a grin in her voice:: * Jaret watches the proceedings with a grin. <Vallel> ::laughs:: And she doesn't want me to burn the Hall down either... <Aldis> Ahh, a fire-starter, then? Interesting. <Aldis> I'll bet you've started not a few fires in your day, hmmm? <Vallel> ::blushes furiously:: A few times, my lady <Lisl> Oh, mother. He's engaged, and he's a fraction of your age. Stop teasing the boy. * Michelle places her hand about an inch above Lisl's scales and closes her eyes. A pale blue light slowly washes over the scales and Michelle moves her hand up the leg past the scales. <Aldis> ::pouting:: Ah, but you won't let me tease *you*... and he *is* a handsome one. ::smiling:: <Lisl> ::drawing her brows together:: Hunh... that actually feels...rather nice. <Vallel> ::blushes some more:: * Michelle moves her hand up over Lisl's heart and holds it there for a few moments. * Lisl raises both eyebrows, but makes no comment. * Michelle moves her hand up to the side of Lisl's face and places the other hand, now also glowing on the other side of Lisl's face. <Lisl> ::moving her eyes from side to side:: I feel like a watch lantern. * Vallel blows a few trills on his pipes, then tucks them back into his pack <Aldis> So... have we a verdict? * Michelle raises an eyebrow and goes back to examining the foot. * Meghan slips quietly into the Hall. Is wearing a blue dress with a burgundy sash. She looks slightly flushed and out of breath <Zoya> ::smiles a greeting at Meghan:: <Jaret> Evening, Meghan. ::he bows deeply to her:: * Lisl looks up from where Michelle is studying her transmuted foot intently:: 'Evening, Meghan. No problems on the way here, I hope? ::frowning a little:: * Meghan smiles brightly at all <Meghan> Evening everyone. ::to Lisl:: no problems * Meghan smiles warmly at Jaret as she passes him and slips onto a barstool <Lisl> ::frowning at Michelle:: Can I have my foot back yet, or are you developing a fetish, too? <Zoya> ::watches Michelle curiously:: * Michelle opens her eyes and the glow subsides as she pulls her hands away from Lisl's foot, "Well we've got a third option now. I could try to heal the foot while at the same time stimulating Lisl's regenerative abilities with a large influx of moon energy." <Zoya> You're welcome to try, of course. It'd probably be less painful than my options. Though since it's not technically *injured*, I don't know if healing it will have much effect. But it can't do anything worse than make you tired to try, right? <Lisl> ::frowning:: But... that doesn't make sense. I'm not influenced by the moon... well, not exactly, anyway.... <Michelle> I found traces of moon energy in the foot. I think the curse was trying to use her connection to the moon to complete the transformation spell. We know the spell was supposed to be cast under two new moons. I think the fact that there's only one moon here is what's keeping it from spreading. <Zoya> ::shrugs:: If you think you can make any progress, by all means give it a try. <Lisl> Except... it didn't do anything until we got back here. I was fine as long as we were in that desert. Well, bloody exhausted, but fine.... <Aldis> ::frowning:: You were in another dimension? ::muttering:: They don't write, they don't call... * Meghan sits quietly watching and listening * Aldis turns and smiles at the silently-listening Meghan. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've met you yet, either. I'm Aldis, Lisl's mother. And you are...?" * Meghan turns and smiles brightly at Aldis "Meghan, very nice to meet you Aldis" <Michelle> Lisl, we didn't exactly stick around after you got cursed. My only real concern about this attempt is that if it IS employing moon magic, than my using moon magic may cause it to get worse. * Jaret frowns and mutters to himself, "That would be bad..." <Lisl> ::perks up her ears:: Why Jaret, was that a note of concern? Or worry you'd have to take up dragon-slaying? <Aldis> ::smiling at Meghan:: Likewise. Excuse me for a moment, please...::touching Michelle on the arm:: Michelle, what exactly did you see in your scan? Was the magic concentrated anywhere? Anything out of the ordinary? <Jaret> Concern, of course, Lisl. If you'd like, I can come and hover over you, but you seem to be getting your fill of that, at the moment. ::grins:: <Lisl> ::chuckles:: No, that's fine, you're quite right. ::taking a swallow of her now-cooled mulled cider:: Maybe I should turn into a dragon... people would run away and I'd get my breathing space back. ::smiling ruefully:: I'm afraid that would appear ungrateful, though... <Jaret> Quite possibly. <Jaret> Although I'm sure you'd make a very attractive dragon. Those scales are a nice shade of green. * Michelle frowns in concentration, "It's definitely concentrated in the foot. Hell, I can still make out his hand print. It's the moon magic thought..." <Aldis> Hm. ::takes another sip of her wine:: Go on. <Lisl> ::snorting and shaking her head:: Milord Malkier, I do believe you'd have something flattering to say to a giant slime mold, as long as it was female.... * Vallel snerts <Michelle> ...it's flowing backwards. ::shakes head:: I might be able to unravel the spell if I can catch it at a point when the cycle's reversing. Particularly if the reversal points are synced to this moon. * Jaret hmphs, and then gets a conniving look on his face. "Lady Aldis, would you be willing to transmute Lisl into a slime mold, just for a moment? It'd test her most recent theory, and you could see if she still has the foot as a slime mold." * Michelle giggles, "Now I KNOW he'd have something flattering to say." <Aldis> Hm. ::scratching her nose thoughtfully and frowning, glancing up at Jaret with a small smile:: As amusing as that might be, I don't think *I* would like to see her as a slime mold. <Aldis> ::gnawing at her lip for a moment, and then standing up:: Well, as I see it, there's only one thing to do. <Michelle> And that is? * Lisl hmphs. "I shouldn't have mentioned it...." <Jaret> ::Jaret's shouldersÕ slump in mock dejection:: Oh, well, Lisl. Perhaps some other time. <Aldis> ::grinning in an uncanny imitation of Lisl's wolfish grin:: Hit 'er with everything at once. <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Aldis:: Would you like to clarify that a bit? * Michelle gets a look in her eye, "You mean cut the leg off, and then have me heal it while stimulating her regenerative abilities so that the leg grows back under our control rather than the curses control." <Aldis> ::still smiling:: You, Michelle, noted that there was moon magic involved. Zoya, you discerned traces of regular magic, and a curse, and possibly psionics as well. <Aldis> I don't think it will even be necessary to amputate... it *is* still Lisl's foot. If we hit it with all four types of energy at once-- and Zoya, I think your idea of using the surge sphere was a good one-- it will most likely overload the spell and cause it to collapse. <Zoya> ::frowns thoughtfully:: It *could* work. But I'd rather do it in a more controlled environment than this place. Or at least, someplace safer. <Aldis> ::nodding:: That way, if we blow the leg off, the collateral damage will be minimal. * Jaret shakes his head and finishes off his wine. * Michelle smiles, "After all we wouldn't want to ruin Jaret and Vallel's finery." <Lisl> MOTHER! <Vallel> ::makes a face:: Charming <Aldis> ::turning to grin at Lisl, and wink:: Don't worry, child, I was only kidding about that last part. Mostly. <Aldis> Quite seriously, this feels like a rather strong and somewhat confused spell... I'm not certain the maker even intended something of this complexity. But that's what happens when you cast cross-dimensionally. * Michelle glances out the window, "Last call folks." <Aldis> ::snorting:: If it were any weaker, I'm sure it wouldn't be driving Zoya to distraction. <Jaret> I seem to not be able to help out any, and I think if I remain with you, I'll only be getting in the way. That said, I'll bid you all a good night. <Lisl> ::putting her cool mug aside:: Not so, Jaret...you can give me an escort home. <Michelle> Goodnight Jaret. <Lisl> I don't think I want to be around while they're hammering out all the sordid details of this. <Meghan> Goodnight Jaret <Jaret> Very well, then. Can I help you with your boot? <Zoya> ::smiles at Aldis:: Thank you. ::to Lisl:: Have I mentioned I really *like* your mother? <Aldis> ::chuckling:: What, a weak nerve? * Vallel puts a small silver coin on the bar and offers his arm to Meghan. <Vallel> Walk you home, Miss Meghan? * Meghan smiles at Vallel <Lisl> ::dryly:: Everyone does. It's her secret weapon. <Meghan> I would love that Val * Meghan slips her arm through Vallel's <Michelle> Aldis, could I trouble you for a few hours of your time before you leave town. I'd like to discuss some matters concerning Temire's training. <Lisl> Thanks, I'd appreciate that. It will get me away from these solicitous vultures that much faster. ::hopping to the floor and balancing on her toes as she grabs for the boot:: <Vallel> Good evening everyone. ::stops, slaps forehead and reaches into pocket:: Here, Mistress Zoya, could you give this over to Glossaria please? * Jaret snags the boot and helps Lisl wedge her clawed foot into it. <Aldis> ::raising an eyebrow:: Certainly, Michelle. You've had a chance to speak with her further? <Zoya> ::raises her eyebrows and takes Vallel's offering:: You can't come tomorrow to deliver it yourself? <Lisl> ::sighs in relief and leans on Jaret's shoulder for balance:: * Michelle blinks at Aldis, "I have the feeling you're thinking of some circumstance I no longer remember?" <Vallel> Mistress Tyl and I are practicing teleporting for the rest of the week. I don't know where I'll be... * Meghan stops and turns with Val looking over at Jaret * Vallel groans <Zoya> Ah, well, then, I'll be happy to give her your token. ::smiles:: <Meghan> Oh Jaret. I was wondering if we could get together again later in the week. <Aldis> ::shrugging one shoulder easily as she finishes her off her wine:: Possibly. It's of no consequence. <Meghan> I need your help with something <Aldis> An excellent vintage as always, I might add...::putting down the glass, and smiling fondly as it toddles towards the kitchen:: <Jaret> Send a courier to me when you have some time, Meghan, and I'll do my best to meet up with you. <Aldis> I love the glassware here. Shall I wait for you to close, and walk with you, then? * Meghan nods <Meghan> ::glances up at Vallel:: Ready? <Vallel> ::nods:: Let's go. <Zoya> I'll be at the Tower when you're ready for this experiment. If you'd like to do it there, that would be fine. Otherwise, send a messenger to tell me where to meet you. * Lisl stamps into her boot, settling the foot into it. A claw pokes through the leather, towards the insole. "Hells." * Zoya departs, still deep in thought but much less irritable. <Aldis> I think the Tower would do famously, thank you. It's better warded than any place I know this side of Evermeet. * Jaret looks dubiously at the claw. "I think if we stick to the back roads and alleys, we'll be able to get you home without causing too much alarm." <Lisl> ::glancing sidelong at Aldis:: Heh. I don't think it'll matter. It *is* the day before Soul's, after all. <Jaret> Very well, then. ::offers Lisl his arm:: Whenever you're ready. * Michelle carries Vallel and Lisl's plates into the kitchen while shooing the various glasses and mugs before her. <Lisl> ::grinning:: Ever the gentleman. ::tucking her arm daintily into the crook of his, and lumbering off, favoring the stuffed boot:: <Lisl> ::snorts, and precedes Jaret out:: * Jaret lets Lisl pass through the doorway, then follows her outside. * Michelle returns from the kitchen and dims the lamps. <Aldis> ::glancing sidelong as her daughter leaves, and smiling:: They never *quite* grow up, I think.... * Michelle holds the door for Aldis, "Shall we?" * Michelle gets sad for a moment, "I wouldn't know." <Aldis> But then again, neither have I. ::grinning hugely before putting her spell-mask back in place and lifting her hood:: LET'S. * Michelle shakes her head at Aldis, then steps into a shadow. * Aldis follows, laughing hollowly. <Aldis> NOT IMMUNE TO THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON YOURSELF, I SEE. * Felice giggles, "At least this way I get to walk the streets openly for once." <Aldis> HEH. DON'T LET LISL'S ATTITUDE FOOL YOU. SHE LOVES THIS HOLIDAY FOR JUST THE SAME REASON. I THINK, DEEP IN HER HEART OF HEARTS, SHE JUST ENJOYS SCARING THE TOURISTS. <Felice> ::Felice's laughter fades off into the distance.:: |
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