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* Nacheyla unlocks the door, walks in and lights the sconces. <Nacheyla> Hall's Open! * Zoya strides in, whistling cheerfully. * Nacheyla pours herself a mug of amber ale. <Nacheyla> Good evening, Zoya... get you a drink? <Zoya> Oh, hello, Nacheyla! I'll have a cider, if you don't mind. * Nacheyla pours Zoya a mug of cider <Nacheyla> ::looks up:: Good evening Meghan, Jaret... ::pulls out a bottle of Arabellan red and a goblet:: <Zoya> Thank you! ::drinks deeply:: * Meghan smiles <Meghan> Evening Nacheyla * Jaret enters with Meghan on his arm. "Well met, Nacheyla! And thank you for the wine!" <Zoya> Good evening, friends! <Meghan> Hello Zoya * Vallel walks in. He is wearing a black shirt, blue breeches, and has a smudge of chalk on his nose <Zoya> How are you all this lovely evening? <Nacheyla> Evening, Vallel. You need to wash your face. * Vallel blushes. <Vallel> Excuse me. ::he heads off to the washroom:: * Temire enters dress in her usual breech and undyed shirt, with her rapier on her hip. * Lisl enters, no longer wearing her oversized boot, and walking normally for a change. "Evening, all. 'Kick, please, Nacheyla?" <Jaret> Lisl! Good evening! Are you... yourself again? * Meghan stops, standing near the bar <Meghan> Evening Lisl, Temire <Lisl> ::grins:: I never wasn't. But yes, I'm back to what passes for normal. Mostly. ::giving Zoya a mock glare:: * Temire perches on a stool next to Lisl, scanning the room as she crosses it. * Zoya gives Lisl a wide-eyed look. "If you'd rather have the foot back, Lisl, I'm sure it could be arranged..." * Nacheyla pours a small stone mug full of mule kick for Lisl <Zoya> Besides, it could've done MUCH worse. <Lisl> No, no, that's quite alright. Actually, I think I kind of like it, for a change. At least it doesn't make me look like a pheasant, this time. <Lisl> True, considering. <Temire> Evening Meghan, ::Notices Meghan's proximity to Jaret and frowns, then sighs:: Lisl, have you seen your mother or Mistress Michelle or Yohko-sensei recently? * Vallel comes out of the washroom, his face slightly damp and red * Glossaria enters. She carries a book in one hand, her notebook, open, in the other, and a pencil scrunched under her nose as she reads. She maneuvers unerringly to the bar without looking up. <Nacheyla> Good evening, Gloss. Get you something? * Vallel smiles <Vallel> Good evening, dear. <Meghan> Evening Gloss <Zoya> Glossaria! You've emerged from the library! Does that mean you've put all those notes in order, or have you given the task up for hopeless so soon? * Glossaria smiles and looks up, angling her head for a kiss from Vallel. "Evening, love." <Glossaria> I'd love an extra hand, Mistress Nacheyla, but I'd settle for a glass of wine. * Vallel removes the pencil, and hands it to her before planting a kiss on her mouth * Nacheyla pours Gloss a glass of light pink wine * Meghan smiles at Gloss and Val * Meghan looks up at Jaret <Meghan> So are you going to share that wine or drink the bottle yourself ::teasingly:: <Glossaria> ::bobs a curtsey at Zoya:: All done, mistress. I was just catching up on a little reading of my own. ::putting the books down, nested, on the counter:: * Nacheyla hands Meghan a glass. "I wasn't sure if you wanted wine or not..." * Glossaria giggles and tucks the pencil behind her ear. * Jaret smiles. "All you had to do was ask." He picks up the wine and pours some into Meghan's glass. <Zoya> In record time, no less. ::smiles and takes another swig of her cider:: <Lisl> Ha! That's right. I hear congratulations are in order, you two. <Meghan> Thanks Nacheyla * Jaret fills his own glass and raises it to Meghan. "To your health, and continued happiness." <Meghan> Thank you Jaret ::smiles:: I was just teasing * Meghan nods and takes a drink from her glass <Glossaria> ::smiling at Zoya, a little out of breath from the kiss:: Actually, mistress, it *was* a little less than record time. I haven't had a night out in awhile. <Vallel> ::grins and reaches into his pocket:: I have a cure for that, my love ::displays several tickets to the local assembly ball:: <Glossaria> Ooh! A dance? ::hugging his arm and bouncing up and down a little:: Can you teach me? <Vallel> ::grins and winks at his aunt:: Actually, my aunt agreed to give us lessons. * Meghan grind at Gloss's reaction * Vallel hands one ticket to Meghan <Vallel> You'd said you wanted to get more involved in the community. <Glossaria> Really?! ::turning:: Thank you, Mistress Nacheyla, that's very kind of you! <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: I'm not a great dancer, really, but I've had lots of time to learn the steps. * Meghan takes the ticket from Val * Lisl grins and sips her 'kick. <Meghan> Thank you Val. That's very nice of you. <Vallel> ::grins and turns to Jaret:: I've got an extra ticket, Lord Malkier, if you'd care to accompany us? <Meghan> ::to Nacheyla:: I'll need to join you on that lesson if that's ok? <Glossaria> ::smiles happily at Meghan:: We can share him, if you like. I can draw up a schedule. <Jaret> I'd be delighted to, Vallel. Thank you for the generous offer. <Nacheyla> Certainly... dancing works better if you have actual couples <Jaret> And I'd be happy to assist in helping Nacheyla teach people dancing, if she wouldn't mind. <Meghan> ::laughs at Gloss:: I wouldn't dream of taking him from you Gloss. Besides ::glances at Jaret:: I think I just got my own partner. <Nacheyla> Oh, that would be just lovely... * Lisl grins at Nacheyla. "Don't let him fool you. He could open his own school, if he were so minded. I've seen him dance." <Nacheyla> It's always easier to show people when you've got at least two people who know what they're doing... ::grins:: <Jaret> Lisl is quite kind. ::mischevious grin:: Accurate, but kind. <Glossaria> ::grinning back and holding Vallel's arm a little tighter. "Oh, I don't mind sharing him for the dancing, as long as he goes home with me. <Temire> Nacheyla, could I have a beer please? <Nacheyla> Certainly. ::pours Temire a mug of a dark red beer:: * Zoya watches the dance-planning with something like amusement. * Lisl gives a bark of laughter and has another swallow of 'kick. <Meghan> ::laughs:: Well I might have to have at least one dance with him ::winks at Val:: but I'll make sure he goes home with you <Vallel> ::blush:: * Temire sips her beer, "So Lisl, have you seen your mother, Michelle, or Yohko?" <Glossaria> You're cute when you do that, do you know that? ::pinching Vallel's cheek lightly before taking a sip of her wine:: * Meghan laughs <Lisl> Hm... Michelle or Yohko, no. Mother breezed through this afternoon again, though. Said something about going home for supplies, but I think she'll be back tonight. <Vallel> Thanks... ::makes a face:: Can I get a ginger beer, auntie? <Nacheyla> Certainly. You're still on restriction for the hard stuff? * Meghan finishes her wine * Nacheyla pours him a mug of ginger beer <Vallel> ::nods:: Mistress Tyl wants to make sure I have fine tuned my control before adding inebriation into the equation. * Meghan turns to Jaret <Temire> Supplies...That CAN'T be good. ::sips her beer:: Feel like travelling Lisl? <Lisl> ::grinning:: Fire and alcohol not making the *best* of combinations.... Travelling? ::raising an eyebrow:: Where did you have in mind? * Meghan watches him a moment and then looks away <Temire> Where do you want to go? <Lisl> ::frowns:: Ah... I sense a circular argument here. You were the one who asked me about travelling. ::grinning evilly:: Getting nervous? I know Mother's been talking about you.... * Vallel sits down and takes a long drink of his ginger beer. * Glossaria reseats herself on the stool next to him, pulling her pencil from behind her ear and jotting a few notes as her left hand toys with the stem of her wineglass. <Meghan> Nacheyla could I get a glass of water please <Temire> Damn. I was hoping you didn't know who they were talking about either. Now you won't help me get away. <Jaret> Yes, Meghan? * Nacheyla pours Meghan a glass of water * Meghan shakes her head "Nothing" smiles at Jaret <Nacheyla> ::peers at Temire:: I think I'm missing something... <Meghan> Thanks ::takes a long drink:: <Lisl> Heh. ::chuckling:: Why would you want to get away? If you don't want training from her, just say so. You think she'll turn you into a newt for turning her down? * Jaret sips some more wine. * Temire blinks, "Training...Why would your mother train me?" <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow:: Then what are you trying to get away from, Temire? <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: What did you *think* she wanted from you? Go ahead, tell me. This should be amusing. * Temire looks at Zoya, "Would YOU want to sit quietly and let those three concoct plots around you?" <Zoya> Of course not. I'm just curious to know what you think they're "concocting", if it isn't training. * Lisl laughs out loud. "Why not, *I* did. I even let them carry them out!" <Temire> I didn't know. But YOU'RE afraid of her, so I figured it probably couldn't be pleasant. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: I have good reason to be afraid of her. I'm her daughter. She can get away with murder on me. But she wouldn't dream of harming an innocent. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Any sensible child is just a little bit afraid of her parents. And any sensible student is just a little intimidated by her teachers. Poor Lisl had them both in one. <Lisl> One of her favorite phrases while I was growing up was, "I brought you into this world. I can take you out of it!" <Vallel> ::looks puzzled:: I thought Mistress Lisl's mother was the absolute soul of courtesy... after I finished having my heart attack, that is... ::grins:: * Meghan walks over and sits on the stool next to Gloss <Glossaria> Heart attack? ::sitting up, drawing her brows together:: Were you ill, Vallel? Are you alright? <Zoya> ::laughs:: And that's Aldis all over, if you ask me - an iron glove over a sand of satin. But of course, I met her for the first time as an equal... It makes something of a difference. * Temire glares at Vallel, "Maybe I'll have to suggest that Mistress Tyl'Gainia get Mistress Aldis to evaluate her school and give it a clean bill of health to the wizards guild." <Meghan> So Gloss do you want to help me find a dress for the Ball? <Vallel> ::shrug:: If you want to. Does Mistress Aldis have any influence with that particular group? <Lisl> ::muttering:: Iron glove over silk glove over iron fist...holding a wooden spoon. <Zoya> ::chuckles again:: <Vallel> ::to Gloss:: Mistress Aldis came in the other day, dressed as Death and Pestilence, or something... it was realistically stomach turning... <Glossaria> Sure! ::smiling:: I've never gone dress shopping with another girl before. * Temire returns her gaze to Lisl, "And YOU wonder why *I'M* worried?" <Zoya> ::eyes Glossaria almost indignantly, then shrugs and turns back to Lisl:: <Zoya> Actually, if you *do* feel up to travel... I've got a trip that I need to make in the next month or so. <Meghan> It will be fun ::smiles:: <Glossaria> Ah. ::putting a hand on Vallel's shoulder:: Well, I'm glad you're alright. <Vallel> Well, let me know what color you're wearing... I wouldn't want to clash <Glossaria> No offense, mistress! It's just... it's different with you. And the last time was before your voice changed, so... you know.... <Nacheyla> ::grins at Gloss:: I have a shovel around here somewhere, if you need it, Glossaria <Glossaria> Clash? ::frowning:: I'll be certain not to wear an enemy's colors. <Zoya> ::laughs:: It's all right, Glossaria. I understand. <Glossaria> ::now looking totally at sea:: A... shovel? <Vallel> ::laugh:: No, no... I mean, I don't want to wear light green if you're going to be wearing blue, or something <Meghan> ::winks at Val:: and that way he can get you flowers that match too <Glossaria> Well... ::sounding doubtful:: The sea elves and the wood elves have never gotten along particularly well, historically, but I don't see why that should concern *us*. <Zoya> ::eyes Vallel sternly:: If this is a formal ball, you'll be wearing black and white. <Jaret> Ladies, if you can just get Vallel and I swatches of whatever you decide to have your dresses made from, we'll be sure to match with you. <Lisl> ::shaking with laughter now, half-bent over her cup:: I'm sorry, Zoya... ::wiping her eyes:: You said something about a trip? Why is everyone so anxious to go somewhere these days? <Zoya> ::smiles at Jaret:: Oh, good. Someone with sense. "Light green", indeed! <Glossaria> Ah! ::the light dawning:: Color-coordination! Well, why didn't you SAY so? ::hitting Vallel lightly on the arm:: * Meghan laughs <Vallel> ::gives Zoya a raised eyebrow:: <Lisl> ::lifting her mug for a swallow:: Well, with *taste*, anyway... <Vallel> Ow! ::rubs his arm and looks exaggeratedly pained:: <Glossaria> Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? <Vallel> You can kiss it and make it better ::leer:: <Zoya> ::to Lisl, chuckling:: I'm not escaping, Lisl. I'm returning to a duty I've been ignoring for entirely too long. I won't be gone long, but I thought you might enjoy the trip. <Glossaria> ::looking solicitous, paging through her notebook for a healing spell:: <Glossaria> Oh, YOU! ::hitting him again, a little harder, but following it up with a kiss:: <Nacheyla> ::taps Gloss on the shoulder:: I think the next thing you should study, when you have some time... is sarcasm... ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::smiling back at Nacheyla, looking mildly harried:: Well, I *try*, but it's not the easiest of written forms to comprehend, without a basis for comparison. * Temire sips her beer. <Lisl> Returning-- ::sitting up a little straighter:: You're visiting home, Zoya? <Nacheyla> It's not a criticism, Gloss... just a suggestion. My nephew tends to *think* he's funny. <Vallel> Thanks so much, Auntie dearest <Zoya> ::grins a little sickly:: Well, back to my birth-world, yes. There's not much left there that I care about. Home is here, now, somewhat to my surprise. But yes, I have to go back to fulfill certain duties... <Glossaria> ::seriously:: Oh, but he *is*. You should see the expression he gets on his face when he... ::grinning and leaning over the bar to whisper in Nacheyla's ear:: * Meghan finishes her water <Meghan> Oh no fair. I want to hear too <Glossaria> Oh, *well*.... ::leaning over to whisper to Meghan:: * Lisl cocks an ear, blushes to the roots of her hair for a moment, and then laughs. <Lisl> Vallel, you dog. * Temire quirks an eyebrow, shakes her head, and sips her beer. * Meghan laughs at Lisl's comment <Zoya> *You're* one to talk about dogs, Lisl. And if just *every*one is going to get in on the joke, you might as well tell me, too. <Lisl> Hey, I *am* the expert. But yes, I'd be delighted to accompany you, Zoya. * Vallel turns several interesting shades of purple <Vallel> Do you *mind*? <Glossaria> Well, I didn't want to embarrass him in public, but... ::gets up and goes over to whisper in Zoya's ear, pausing at Temire on her way back to her seat. <Vallel> ::turns to Jaret:: I think I'm being harassed here... <Glossaria> ::smiling sweetly at Vallel:: I don't mind at all, dear. * Meghan grins at Val <Lisl> ::chuckling:: I think you earned it, m'lad. * Temire snerts her beer and then turns an even brighter shade of red than Vallel. <Zoya> ::chuckles at Glossaria's whispering, then beams delightedly at Lisl:: Excellent! It's a long trip to make alone. And while my homeplace isn't home any more, it *does* have its attractions. I think I can promise you a good time, once the tedious stuff is out of the way. <Temire> Nacheyla, I think I'm going to need a towel and something stronger to drink. <Lisl> Oh, Temire.... ::laughing:: And I thought *I* turned interesting colors.... * Nacheyla gets Temire a towel, then pours her a small shot of whiskey <Lisl> ::standing for a moment and giving Zoya a jaunty salute:: Always happy to man the capstans, ma'am. Or whatever they are. <Vallel> Maybe I should just head home and leave you to discuss my faults... ::looks mildly offended:: <Meghan> Aww * Temire knocks back the whiskey, shudders for a few moments, then starts cleaning up the mess she made. <Zoya> ::laughs:: You can just act as lookout. And man battle stations if we're boarded, of course. <Lisl> ::reseating herself and taking another swallow:: You wouldn't believe some of the things I've travelled in... that phone booth, for instance...::shaking her head:: <Meghan> We just do it cause we care Val dear ::smiles at him:: <Zoya> ::eyebrows raise in curiosity:: Fonbut'th? <Jaret> You're doing fine Vallel. Really. ::grins:: * Meghan grins at Jaret <Vallel> ::shakes his head and rolls his eyes:: <Glossaria> Awww... ::hugging Vallel's arm again and kissing his cheek:: I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, love. And besides... I never said it was a fault... ::smiling and blowing in his ear:: <Lisl> Battle stations I can do. And the phone booth... ::drawing breath to explain, and shaking her head:: Never mind. You really don't want to know. And I'm not sure I could tell you even if you did. <Vallel> ::kisses the top of Gloss's head:: It's okay, dear... <Zoya> ::grins:: You're talking to *me*, remember? We'll have plenty of time to chat onboard. You can tell me then. * Meghan smiles at Gloss and Val and then sighs a bit and moves the slightest bit away from them <Glossaria> Good. ::smiling and pulling him towards her to kiss his lips:: <Lisl> ::smiles at Meghan:: Ah, young love. Kind of makes you want to hurt something cute and fuzzy, doesn't it? * Meghan grins at Lisl "Yes it does" * Lisl chuckles and drinks her 'kick. "I've been there. You learn to not let it get to you, after awhile." <Temire> How long? * Vallel paused just long enough to make a face at Lisl * Lisl grins back and mockingly bares her teeth at Vallel. <Lisl> You too, hm? Well... awhile. Of course, I've had a long while. * Glossaria pulls Vallel back. * Jaret sips his wine. <Lisl> But you two shouldn't worry. You're young. You've got plenty of time to snag some unsuspecting male. ::glancing at Jaret and grinning:: Right, m'lord? <Jaret> I wouldn't know, Lisl. I've been told a few times that I'm rather suspecting. Or perhaps that was suspicious.... <Lisl> ::covering her smile with another sip:: I'd say both. <Nacheyla> ::takes a drink of beer:: * Glossaria comes up for air, and takes a long swallow of wine. "Well. Are we made up now?" <Vallel> ::grins:: Probably... ::whispers something to her:: * Meghan glances at Gloss and Val and shakes her head <Glossaria> Well, if you *insist*.... * Meghan yawns quickly covering her mouth as she does <Jaret> Do you need to retire for the evening, Meghan? <Meghan> Maybe soon ::smiles:: I don't want you to have to go before you're ready <Lisl> ::tilting her head back and finishing off her 'kick:: Ahhh... much better. ::stomping her foot on the ground:: And it's not asleep, either! * Jaret has some more of his wine. <Lisl> ::grinning:: It's so *good* to have my own foot back. I ate a *ton* yesterday. <Zoya> ::frowns:: What does eating have to do with it? <Temire> I think it's the fact that she brought home her own meal. <Lisl> ::smiles sheepishly and nods agreement with Temire:: <Zoya> Ah, I understand. ::laughs:: <Lisl> And for a change, the side effect is actually rather nice. Think I'll keep it, Zoya? <Zoya> ::shrugs:: No way to know. If you want to be sure, go to an artist and have them trace over it. <Nacheyla> What side effect would that be? <Meghan> So Gloss just let me know when you are ready to go dress shopping. I am free most of the time. <Lisl> ::making a face:: No, those don't stay, either. I heal too fast. <Glossaria> ::nodding:: How about tomorrow? I'm free, now that I've finished the filing. <Zoya> Ah, well... If you want, we can try some things to make sure it sticks around, but I can't guarantee them, either. <Meghan> Ok. Do you want to meet me somewhere? <Lisl> Oh, that's right, you didn't see what I was left with after the scales came off... ::pulling off her boot and rolling up her cuff to reveal an elaborate green dragon tattoo twining around her ankle:: <Nacheyla> Oh, that's very pretty... <Jaret> That's... quite impressive, Lisl. <Glossaria> Hm... do you mind coming to the Tower? If I wait at the market, you probably won't be able to get me out of the bookseller's stall. ::said quite seriously:: * Meghan nods * Temire stares at it, "I wonder if Yohko-sensei would let me get one of those?" <Meghan> I will be there around noon <Lisl> I thought so. I actually like it, for a change. ::grinning at Zoya:: As I said, much better than the pheasant look. <Vallel> I thought you were staying at my place tonight? You ladies could go in the morning.... <Glossaria> ::nodding:: Well en-- oh! Oh, I'm sorry, Vallel, Meghan... he's right. ::putting her hand to her forehead:: Silly me. * Meghan laughs <Meghan> Ok then we can go whenever we are ready <Vallel> Well, then, shall we go home? <Vallel> ::offers his arm to Gloss:: <Lisl> ::chuckles, rolling down her cuff again:: The real thing is an exercise in agony, Temire. Just be aware of that. <Nacheyla> ::me touches her own tattoo:: Oh, they're not that bad, Lisl <Glossaria> Certainly. ::smiling and tucking her arm into his as she slides off her stool:: * Glossaria gathers up her books one-handed, tucking her pencil behind her ear again:: <Zoya> Ah, well... ::tosses back the remainder of her cider:: I'd best get going. Lisl, come and see me sometime this week, and I'll try to give you a better idea of what we're going to be up to on this trip. <Lisl> Heh. You wouldn't say that if your skin healed over before the needle left it. <Lisl> Hm... maybe if I asked them to use a silver needle... now *that's* a thought.... <Nacheyla> Well, no... mine doesn't. Actually it bled a lot and gave my eye the most intense twitches for a while... <Lisl> Eh? Oh, right, Zoya, will do. * Zoya waves genially to everyone before strolling out into the night. * Jaret finishes off his wine. * Vallel takes Gloss's arm and leaves the Hall * Jaret offers his arm to Meghan. * Meghan slips her arm through Jaret's <Jaret> Good night, everyone! <Meghan> Night all <Lisl> Good night. Sleep sweet, you two. * Jaret escorts Meghan out of the Hall and out into the evening. <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: Did Jaret and Meghan become a couple when I wasn't looking? * Lisl pulling on her boot again, lashing it upright, and turning up the other cuff to repeat the process. * Temire glares at Nacheyla then shakes her head and points at her shot glass, "Let me have another one of those Nacheyla." <Lisl> I didn't mean *together*, Nacheyla. But I wouldn't be surprised if Meghan has designs in that direction. Everyone else seems to. ::said dryly:: * Nacheyla pours Temire another whiskey <Lisl> I don't think so, kiddo. * Lisl puts her hand over the glass before Temire can drink, and hands it back to Nach. <Nacheyla> Oh... ::looks closely at Temire:: Sorry, I wasn't thinking. <Lisl> *Not* the way to face your problems. C'mon. If you feel that badly about it, we can go kill something. <Nacheyla> I'm sorry, Temire. I didn't realize. ::pats her awkwardly on the shoulder:: * Temire glares at Lisl and Nacheyla then shakes her head again and sighs, "Guess I'd better head home and see what those three have cooked up for me." * Temire gets up and heads for the door. <Lisl> ::smiles:: No offense meant. I'll walk you. * Lisl follows Temire out. <Nacheyla> ::finishes off her beer:: <Nacheyla> Poor girl. * Nacheyla blows out the candles, locks the door and leaves. |
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