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* Marten unlocks the front door, humming slightly with a towel over his arm. "Hall's open, everyone!" He walks back to the bar, and pours himself a glass of ale. * Marten looks over the bar, letting his hand slide slowly along the top. A small smile comes to his lips as he does so. "Been awhile old friend, hasn't it?" * Meghan walks into the hall and slips onto a stool at the Bar. She smiles warmly at Marten. * Marten takes a drink from his glass, and then sets it behind him, on the ledge. Meghan: Marten, my it has been a long time. How are you? * Tyl walks in. She's wearing a sober slate-colored gown and has her hair pinned up in a bun. * Jaret enters through the main door, stopping sort of abruptly as he sees Marten behind the bar. "Oh. Good evening." * Marten looks at Meghan. "It's been a long time, yes...." He stops, trying to remember her name. "Meghan, was it?" * Meghan nods Tyl: Good evening, Master Marten... ::glances warily at Jaret:: How are you this evening? Marten: ::smiles at Jaret:: Milord Malkier. Well met this evening. Marten: ::nods to Tyl:: Fine, thanks. And yourself? * Codex follows Tyl in and clambers up a stool. Meghan: Hey Tyl, Jaret Tyl: Ah, good evening, Meghan. ::smiles:: Marten: So, can I get anyone anything to drink? It may have been a while, but I think I still remember most of the taps. * Zoya enters. She's looking somewhat tired, even for her. She pauses for a fraction of a second before heading for the bar. "Good evening, everyone." * Jaret slowly walks up to the bar, belatedly removing his plumed hat as he crosses the floor. "Ara-- wait, someone was saving that... Sembian brandy, please." Tyl: Rum, please... Meghan: Evening Zoya Codex: I've only been here once before barkeep, what do you recommend? Marten: nods to Jaret. "Sembian brandy? Things have changed." Meghan: Red Wine Zoya: How are you tonight, Meghan? Jaret: I was asked to please slow my drain on the Arabellan supply, so it would be available for an event. Gentlemen oblige when they can. * Glossaria enters, glancing over her shoulder one last time. A faint green aura brightens briefly around her shoulders, and disappears as she crosses the threshold. Tyl: ::smiles at Jaret:: Sorry, Jaret... that's my fault... * Marten pours a glass of Sembian brandy, which he slides down the bar toward Jaret with one hand, pulling another glass free with the other. "Rum, red wine, aye. And, I'd recommend the Arabellan White; I found a good vintage while I was cleaning out my office." Meghan: I'm good Zoya ::smiles:: how are you? Glossaria: Good evening all. ::more subdued:: Good evening, Master Marten. Jaret: Nothing to apologize for, Tyl'Gainia. It does me good to break out of this rut. * Marten pours some rum for Tyl, and a glass of red wine for Meghan, which he then hands to each lady. * Codex shrugs, "Worth a try." Zoya: ::laughs a little:: I'm... tired. It's been a busy week. * Marten smiles at Glossaria. "Well met, Glossaria. Can I get you something?" * Jaret flicks out a hand to snap up the glass, which he grips rather tightly before taking a sip. Tyl: ::glances over at Zoya with an arch smile:: * Meghan glances quickly at Jaret before turning to Gloss Zoya: ::catching Tyl's look:: What's that for? Meghan: Evening Glossaria ::smiles:: how are you dear Tyl: Oh... I thought your friend was very charming... Glossaria: Hmmm... I believe I'm on G this week. ::slipping her hand into her cloak pocket for her notebook, and paging through it:: Yes, G. * Marten wipes the bar clean, sopping up the drips from his hasty serving. Glossaria: ::looking up with a smile:: Good evening, Meghan. I'm well. ::sighing:: Although no one's attempted to kill me yet. ::sounding disappointed:: Zoya: My... ::she laughs again:: Oh, Kevil. Yes, he does enjoy making an impression. * Meghan laughs lightly at Gloss Meghan: Count it a blessing dear. Maybe the problem is fixed Marten: looks over in Zoya's direction at the mention of Kevil. Tyl: ::turns to Glossaria:: Do you think your new dress will be ready soon, Gloss? I'd like you to be one of my guests at the Mayor's birthday party next week. Zoya: ::smiles tentatively at Marten:: How are you tonight? When you get a chance, I wouldn't mind something to drink... * Marten looks at Zoya, and smiles. "Of course. Anything in particular, or should I just surprise you?" * Meghan takes a long drink of her wine Glossaria: Ah! Here we are...hmmm... well, it's a G drink with a G ingredient. A gimlet, please, Master Marten. * Marten looks over to Gloss, frowning. "A what?" Zoya: Oh, surprise me. ::she smiles a little wider:: Glossaria: ::pausing in her perusal of her notebook to look at Tyl:: It shouldn't be too long. ::blushing a little:: Don't tell me it's all over the school that Vallel bought me a dress.... * Marten looks back at Zoya, and he hesitates for a moment before returning her smile. "If you dare, milady, I'll oblige." Zoya: chuckles. "But of course, milord." Tyl: Actually ::looks a bit nervous:: I think it is. * Meghan turns to Jaret looking at him for a moment before beginning " How are you tonight Jaret?" Glossaria: ::looking back at Marten:: A gimlet. One part gin, one part lime juice, on i-- ::ahem:: "on the rocks." ::looking thoughtful:: Alternatively, a small woodworking tool with an auger point, but I don't think I'd like to drink that. Jaret: I am well, Marten. And how do you fare? * Kevil enters in a swirl of cape and feathers. He has changed his foreign clothing for local finery, and seems to be dressed in the very finest that local tailors could put together in less than a week, almost rivalling Jaret for dash. He sweeps a deep, elegant bow to the room in general as he enters. "My friends! I give you a glorious evening!" * Marten reaches under the bar, and pulls out a hurricane glass. He fills it with four or five different liquors, and pauses to look at Gloss. "Oh. Well, that's one to add to my list." He fixes up Gloss's drink in a flash, and hands it to her before returning to Zoya's drink. Marten: ::smiles, as he works on Zoya's drink:: I am well, if a bit out of sorts, Jaret. I'm far behind where I should be in the Hall's affairs. Thank the Gods for Rhys. Jaret: I'm fine, Meghan. Fortune hasn't laid any especially laborious duties on me, and the respite is enjoyable. Glossaria: ::smiling:: Thank you, Master Marten. ::leaning her chin on the bar, watching him make up Zoya's drink:: What is that, if you don't mind my asking? Marten: looks at Gloss. "I don't know, yet." Meghan: ::smiles at Jaret:: I would have to agree. It is rather nice to see you more often * Marten adds some juices to Zoya's drink, and then stops. He smells it, then reaches under the bar and pulls out a small bag, which he opens and pinches out a small bit of a greenish powder. Jaret: And, where should you be in the Hall's affairs, Marten? Marten: sprinkles the powder over the top of Zoya's drink, and slowly slides it to her. "Well, let's see if this works..." Glossaria: ::looking over her shoulder:: Hello, Master Kevil! ::eyes slightly round as she continues to watch Marten:: Isn't' that a bit dangerous? * Marten taps the side of Zoya's glass with his finger, and a small jet of orange flame shoots from the top of the glass. Then, the orange mixture slowly turns green, the image of scales seeming to cascade down the mixture as it changes color. * Zoya spares a glance for Kevil's arrival, then turns back to the bar. "Are you going to tell me what it is, or do I have to drink it first?" Marten: ::smiles:: Perfect. Zoya: Oh! * Kevil sweeps into the room (with a somewhat tentative glance at Marten and then Zoya) and proceeds into the room. "Lady Tyl'gainia. To be quite overcome - more beauty in every day, yes?" Marten: ::looks to Jaret:: Where should I be? More involved, most certainly. Kevil: ::turns to Glossaria:: What is, glorious angel? Dangerous? * Marten watches Kevil enter, and frowns slightly. Tyl: Good evening, Lord Kevil. ::grins:: * Jelarthna opens the door and glides in, smoothly hanging cloak and hat by the door and looking around at everything with a smile * Jaret looks at Kevil with a bit of a grin. Marten: ::smiles at Zoya:: I don't know what it is, actually. I just threw some things together. Any ideas for a name? Glossaria: ::blushing a little at the title Kevil appears to have fixed on her permanently:: Experimenting without a recipe. ::cocking her head to one side:: Tho... I suppose it's all alcohol, in a way. * Zoya picks up the drink. "Well, let me taste it first..." She takes a tentative sip. Marten: smiles. "Hopefully, dear, it tastes like..." * Codex picks up Tyl's drink and has a sip. * Marten frowns slightly. "Well, I don't know what it'll taste like." * Jelarthna walks up behind Tyl and puts his arms around her and gives her a quick kiss Jelarthna: Interesting dress, dear. * Meghan sits back on her stool sipping her wine quietly and listening to the conversations around the bar * Zoya frowns, and takes another sip. "Hmm. I'm... I'm not really sure..." * Marten looks at Zoya. "You're not sure?" Tyl: ::looks down at the grey dress and spreads the skirt with her hands:: You like it? I hate it.... but I needed something formalish looking today. First meeting with Codex's Board of Inquiry. * Glossaria sips her Gimlet, and makes a rather strange face. Jelarthna: ::smiles at Zoya:: Hello, Zoya. Hi Meghan. Hello again, newcomer. ::smiles at Kevil:: Good evening, Glossaria, and Jaret. And nice to see you again, Codex. Zoya: It... It... ::she laughs:: It tastes marvelous. But it has this.... aftertaste. Here. *You* taste it. Jelarthna: ::looks at Marten:: Moon Dancer! You're back!! ::gasps:: Codex: Good evening Jelarthna. Meghan: Evening Jel Glossaria: Good evening, Jel. How are you? * Marten takes the glass from Zoya, and sips. He smiles, letting the drink roll around in his mouth, then frowns. "That's..." He swallows, and thinks for a moment. "That's disgusting." Zoya: ::laughs:: You see? * Marten looks at Jel. "Jelarthna? And how are you, friend?" * Meghan laughs lightly at Marten Zoya: But... ::she takes it back and takes another swallow:: But the beginning of it has promise! Marten: ::nods:: I do. It tastes... like dirt. Jelarthna: ::happily shakes Marten's hand, beaming:: Good to see you again! Seems like it's been forever! Marten: ::frowns, and tries to nod:: I guess. I wonder what made that taste so much like dirt? Kevil: turns to Meghan. "You are stopping the beating heart, Lady Meghan. I..." He stops and frowns, as if concentrating. "I hope you are well, this evening." He looks at her questioningly, though whether he is waiting for an answer to his question or a comment on his grammar is uncertain. Marten: ::smiles at the excitable Jel:: It does, doesn't it. It's been far too long since I worked behind the bar. Can I get you something? Zoya: ::chuckles:: We could call it the Orange Dragon, and any who fail to heed that warning may beware! * Meghan smiles at Kevil Meghan: I am very well thank you for asking. And you Master Kevil? Marten: ::looks at Zoya, and a slight twinkle appears in his eye:: We could. But, I don't think that we're looking for drinks to drive customers away. Jelarthna: Oh! Umm.. how about some Feywine, please? Zoya: ::chuckle:: Bah. If you can serve MuleKick, you can serve an Orange Dragon. Tyl: takes a sip of her rum and eyes the multi-colored "mudslide" dubiously. * Codex has another taste of Tyl's drink. Jelarthna: ::smiles at Tyl:: It looks alright, but I have to admit that the color doesn't suit you very well. ::grins and winks:: Marten: smiles. "Now, 'Kick is a different matter altogether." Glossaria: ::chuckles:: That's what you get for experimenting without a recipe. ::sipping her Gimlet again with the concentration of a wine connoisseur:: Tyl: Hey! ::snags her glass back from Codex:: Sheesh! Marten: looks at Gloss. "How do you think new drinks are invented, Glossaria?" Kevil: strikes a flamboyantly tragic pose. "Alas! Broken of heart, to be!" He catches her hand in his. "You are mending, yes?" Zoya: What's so different about 'Kick?!? * Meghan flushes slightly still smiling at him not being sure how to answer Kevil: smiles and winks at Meghan. "True, to be- *AM* well." Marten: looks at Kevil, eyes wide, and then laughs slightly. "'Kick is more than a drink. It's a drink, a cleaner, a polish, and a degreaser." Meghan: I'm glad to hear that Jelarthna: And an explosive! Lisl field tested it. ::grins:: Glossaria: ::smiles sidelong at Kevil's antics and turns back to Marten:: By the testing of endless variations off proven combinations. ::pointing at the hurricane glass:: THAT was not a proven combination. You made it up. I watched you. Marten: smiles at Jel. "Well, if the Hall is ever invaded again, it's nice to have around." Zoya: ::raises an eyebrow:: You're telling me it has multiple purposes. Well, have you *tried* the Orange Dragon on anything else? ::she laughs:: But really, if you could just figure out what makes that aftertaste, and get rid of it... * Jelarthna laughs Meghan: Are you enjoying the city Kevil? Jelarthna: What's this "orange dragon" you all are going on about? * Codex picks up the Orange Dragon and has a sip. Marten: ::smiles at Zoya and Gloss:: I never claimed to be a bartender by trade. Just by necessity. Kevil: nods to Jelarthna, then holds out his hand as if trying to remember how to shake hands. "Good seeing to you once more, friend Jelarthna." * Jaret frowns and has another sip of his brandy. Jelarthna: ::smiles warmly at Kevil and shakes his hand:: Glad you remembered. * Meghan finishes her glass of wine and pushes the glass back on the bar Kevil: ::to Meghan:: Yes! Canals and bridges to be- ::frown:: *are* lovely, yes? * Marten notices Jaret out of the corner of his eye. "Something bothering you, Milord Malkier?" Meghan: ::smiles:: They are. I love more every time I get to walk around. HAve you been to the river Starwater yet? Glossaria: ::has another sip before pushing the glass away from her:: Master Marten, might I have a cup of mint tea? * Jaret pauses. "No. Nothing of consequence, Master Marten." Kevil: ::considers:: Not to be knowing... Within city, is? * Meghan glances at Jaret out of the corner of her eye on hearing Marten then turns her attention back to Kevil Jelarthna: ::takes Tyl's hand and squeezes it:: So how *did* your meeting today go? Meghan: No it's just outside. I'll take you there sometime if you'd like Marten: nods. "Of course, Glossaria." Reaches under the bar, pulling a teacup and saucer from underneath the bar. "Peppermint, spearmint, or sourmint?" Zoya: ::to Codex:: What do you think, sir? Tyl: I'm not sure, really. ::indicates Codex:: He might have a better idea... Glossaria: ::frowning, puzzled:: Sourmint? Marten: nods. "Something I found in the market; it's a regional mint from the East." Glossaria: Hm. ::thinks a moment:: Might I have a small cup of one of each? Codex: I've had worse. ::Knocks back half the Orange Dragon.:: Kevil: smiles. "Ah! Blessings to be rained down! Of course, Lady, if to be pleasing you." Zoya: ::grins:: Have you had our Mulekick? * Meghan nods, smiling Meghan: We can sometime this week then. Jelarthna: ::looks at Codex:: Well, Codex? I'd be interested in hearing how you think things went for Tyl today. ::grin:: Hopefully well! Glossaria: ::sitting up and looking at her Mistress:: But Mistress Tyl'gainia *didn't* want him harmed! Meghan: Marten can I get another glass please Codex: No. For some reason ever time I ask the barkeep for a recommendation I wind up having to steal peoples drinks. Marten: smiles at Gloss. "Let me brew you some." Marten: walks back into the kitchen, whistling quietly. Zoya: ::to Gloss:: I was just *asking*... Marten: returns from the kitchen, sweeping Meghan's glass up with a flourish. "More red, milady?" * Meghan nods to Marten "Yes thank you" Kevil: Of course! Knowing you the inn, Dragon's Den? Is to be on... ::frowns in concentration again:: three streets into city? Tyl: ::snorts:: Somehow, I'm not sure Mulekick would do much more than cross his eyes. * Codex shrugs, "Hard to say at this point. I've still got to figure out how to explain that whole Xarroch thing." Shudders and downs the rest of the Orange Dragon. Glossaria: ::smiling a little:: I think Mistress Lisl has been rubbing off on you. Perhaps it's the metal of your Chains? Marten: ::smiles, and fills Meghan's glass, then hands it to her:: A pleasure. Zoya: ::eyes Codex:: Well, if he's going to drink the rest of the Orange Dragon, Marten, could you get me a cider, please? Meghan: Yes I have seen it. ::to Marten:: Thank you so much ::to Kevil:: You are staying there? Zoya: ::considers Gloss's comment:: Hmm. I hadn't thought of it. Is she really? Marten: nods at Zoya. "Of course. Pear sound good?" Kevil: Yes, there. On your whim, Lady, to be asking there for me, yes? Zoya: Pear cider? I didn't know there *was* such a thing. ::smiles:: Certainly, I'll try it. ::grins:: Meghan: I will stop by this week ::smiles warmly to him:: Marten: ::smiles at Zoya:: Seems I'm full of surprises tonight. ::pours Zoya a glass of pear cider, and hands it to her:: * Kevil bows to Meghan. "To be anticipating in pleasure, Lady." Glossaria: ::cocking her head, looking at Zoya:: You have, on occasion, exhibited her mannerisms. I've even heard you growl, once. Jelarthna: Hmmm... are you *going* to explain the Xarroch thing at all? If so, I could perhaps have him come visit them... ::grins:: He's got a somewhat.. hmm.. well, he can be a bit abrasive if you don't know him. ::chuckle:: Might do more harm than good.. could certainly be interesting, though! Tyl: ::mutters to Jelarthna:: Zoya: ::laughs lightly:: So you are. ::tastes the cider:: This is quite good, actually. I must remember to have some stocked at the Tower. Glossaria: ::looks back and forth from Marten to Zoya and smiles a little:: * Jelarthna listens to Tyl and bursts out laughing Marten: looks at Codex. "Have you decided on something to drink, or should I surprise you?" Codex: Xarroch showing up would definitely be a bad thing. * Meghan smiles to Kevil once more and takes a long sip of her wine Tyl: Actually, ::looks into her empty glass and glowering mildly at Codex:: I rather like Xarroch. Codex: What is this place best known for? Glossaria: Meade. ::looking at Zoya again:: Or MuleKick. Marten: ::smiles:: Known for? Mule kick. But, I wouldn't... ::he stops for a second:: Actually, I have an idea. Mind being a guinea pig, milord? Jelarthna: ::smiles:: So do I, dear. There's a lot more to him that there usually seems to be. * Jelarthna watches Marten sidelong and ponders Codex Kevil: Ah, but in a tavern to be drinking, yes? ::He turns to the bar and faces Marten. He bows rather low.:: Good sir, pleased to be meeting again - and again, apologies. ::He smiles:: But you to be serving drinks here, I knowing not! But thirst to parch words away! Most excellent meade to have, I hope? Codex: Go ahead, but don't call me lord. The last thing I need is for people to think I'm putting on airs. ::Gestures towards his chalk white hair:: I get enough of that from this. Marten: looks at Kevil, and blinks. "Meade? Of course." He fills a glass, and hands it to Kevil. * Meghan turns to Jaret and smiles at him Marten: ::smiles at Codex:: I'll try, but it's a nasty habit, milo... Codex. Meghan: Do you know if you are going to have to be gone anytime soon Jaret? * Marten pulls a shaker out from under the bar, and fills it with some juices and liquor. He shakes it, and pours it into a glass. He adds some more liquor, which sinks to the bottom, and twists a lime slice over the top. Jaret: I may have something rather time-consuming ahead of me in a few days, yes, but it could all smooth itself out. That would be, however, the unexpected result. Meghan: ::nods:: Do you think we could have dinner this week? Jelarthna: ::looks at the new concoction:: What's that? * Tyl turns to Glossaria. Kevil: My thanks, sir. ::he places a silver coin on the bar and drinks deeply:: He nods to Zoya, and speaks a brief, almost peremptory, greeting in their shared tongue. * Marten smiles, looking at the drink. "And now, we see just how stable 'Kick is..." He reaches under the bar, pulling out the Mule Kick. He pours a small amount on top of Codex's drink, and then pulls a match out of his pocket. Glossaria: ::looks askance at Marten's latest mixture:: Tyl: Hey, that reminds me... has Vallel talked with you about Charoli? Jelarthna: Ack! * Jelarthna dives for cover Glossaria: Charoli? ::creasing her forehead:: What about Charoli? Marten: looks at Gloss. "Mind stepping back a few steps, Gloss?" * Tyl backs away from the bar, a look of mild terror flitting across her face. * Zoya returns Kevil's greeting - not coolly, but casually, then glaces at the bar and edges away from the volatile drink. Glossaria: ACK! ::backs away, one hand coming up in an automatic warding spell:: Tyl: ::regaining her dignity:: I'm not sure, exactly... she... er... broke his lute earlier this week. I was wondering if maybe you knew why. * Jelarthna barricades himself behind a table and prepares a variety of shielding spells * Zoya notices Gloss's automatic motion and smiles proudly. * Marten looks at the 'Kick floating on top of Codex's drink, and smiles. He lights the match, and waves it quickly in the vicinity of the glass, which erupts in a column of flame, several feet high. It quickly burns out as the 'Kick burns off. Tyl: Eeep! ::peers up at the ceiling:: * Marten blinks slightly, as his eyes adjust to the normal light again. * Jaret sips some of his brandy. * Meghan falls forward off her stool catching herself on the bar * Codex sits at the bar and wonders why everyone is panicking. * Zoya laughs and applauds as the Kick burns away. "Beautiful!" * Jelarthna watches closely, then rights the table and approaches the bar again Glossaria: ::blinks twice, and breathes a puff of air at a floating cinder:: * Kevil jumps at the display, then leaps forward. "Lady Meghan! To be assisted you?" Glossaria: ::wiggles a finger in one ear to be sure it's still working properly:: I'm sorry, Mistress Tyl, you were saying something about a lute? Jaret: Dinner... maybe. Like I said, I may have some rather pressing business this week that would be rather difficult to wiggle my way out of. Marten: ::grins broadly:: I've wanted to try that for awhile. I thought the juice might stop it. ::he hands the glass to Codex, and smiles:: Sembian Sunrise, milord Codex. Glossaria: Sunrise? More like Fireball! Meghan: Thank you Kevil ::smiles at him:: Jelarthna: Sembian Sunrise? ::grins:: Doesn't sounds nearly as dangerous as it could be. Tyl: ::coughs:: Um... Charoli broke it. Vallel's lute... I thought he might have told you about it. Glossaria: ::shaking her head:: No, nothing to me. Why would she break his lute? Marten: ::smiles at Jel and Gloss:: Well, you adjust the amount of 'Kick, for effect. Zoya: ::curiously, to Codex:: How's it taste? * Meghan nods to Jaret a slight frown crossing her face quickly replaced by a smile Tyl: That's what I'm trying to find out. Meghan: Well you know where I am, if you can. Jelarthna: ::laughs:: Like if you want to blow someone's head off? ::winks:: Jaret: Perhaps next week, Meghan? * Codex sips the drink. Glossaria: Was it accidental, or the result of an argument? Tyl: ::waves her hands in exasperation:: I have no idea. And they're both blocking me out about it. ::smiles wryly:: While it's nice to know they're practicing their defenses, it's bloody annoying. Codex: frowns, "Alright, but it doesn't have any real kick to it. Probably the juices." Meghan: nods to Jaret Meghan: Sure Glossaria: They can block you? But-- you're their teacher. Aren't there techniques you haven't taught them yet? Meghan: turns back to her wine drinking most of the rest of it Kevil: bows to Jaret. "A man to fine taste, of course, you. To be greeting: Kevil Talarin, I. To be honored." Tyl: Telepathy's not really my strong suit, to be honest. I know enough about it to teach the theory and use it a bit, but I don't... have all the skills to batter down someone else's blocks without hurting them. Jaret: stands and bows to Kevil. "It's a pleasure to meet you, after hearing about the auspicious impressions you made on everyone last week. Jaret Malkier, likewise honored." Glossaria: ::glancing sidelong at Codex and his... drinky:: You realize, Master Marten, that the flashpoint temperature of the 'kick probably burned the alcohol out of the rest of the drink, as well. I'd be surprised, in fact, if it didn't caramelize some of the fruit sugars as well. Jelarthna: And from what I understand.. both from talking and experience, is that any of the telepathic abilities that could break down a shield *do* hurt. Marten: looks at Gloss, slightly stunned. "Sometimes, Glossaria, you take all the fun out of things." Codex: knocks back half the Sembian Sunrise. Glossaria: ::turning back to Tyl and smiling:: So you're going at it sideways and asking his girlfriend? ::nodding:: I can ask him, but... I don't know if he'll tell me, either. Meghan: laughs lightly at Marten and Gloss Kevil: ::smiles broadly:: You to be Jaret! ::laughs:: To be compared to you, was! ::laughs again:: Not to knowing, such honor, yes? Marten: looks at Kevil, then at Jaret, then laughs. "Indeed!" Glossaria: ::cocking her head at Marten:: Fun? I thought the alcohol *was* supposed to be the fun part? You're the one who burned *that* off. Marten: ::shakes his head at Gloss:: I know, I know. But, half the fun is... ::sighs:: Never mind. Jaret: If it is an honor, than I am pleased. It means that I'm doing something right. ::grins:: Tyl: ::shrugs:: Well ::frowns:: I guess you could say that. I'm trying to figure out if it's serious or not. Zoya: ::chuckles:: I'll explain it to you later, Glossaria. Tyl: ::grins at Jaret:: When aren't you doing something right, Jaret? * Marten picks up his glass, frowning at the now-warm ale. He pours it out, and refills his glass. Kevil: ::returns Jaret's grin:: * Jelarthna laughs Glossaria: ::nods:: Alright, Mistress. But no "I'll tell you when you're older"'s this time!! Zoya: ::chuckles:: No; this one I'm sure you're old enough for. Glossaria: ::hesitantly:: Master Marten... is the kettle boiling yet? Jaret: I try not to let anyone found out... if I do. ::to Tyl:: Codex: finishes his drink, "What else do you have?" Marten: looks at Gloss, then his eyes widen to the size of saucers. "The tea!" Marten: runs to the kitchen, muttering under his breath. Zoya: ::blinks at Codex:: So? How was it? Jelarthna: Actually Glossaria, the fun part of the Sembian Sunrise is setting it on fire and watching the flame, not so much the effect of the alcohol. ::smiles:: * Jaret has some of his unroasted Sembian brandy. Glossaria: Ah. ::looking thoughtful for a moment, and grinning:: It's the bang, not the punch? Codex: Fruity without much kick. Jelarthna: Exactly! Glossaria: ::seriously:: Be glad he burned the kick off. Kevil: ::turns back to Meghan:: Lady, hear you to be asking... companion in dinner, yes? If excellent Jaret not to be available, to be offering services, yes? Jelarthna: ::grins and nods:: That, too. * Jelarthna grins at Kevil and Meghan * Marten returns, hot kettle in his hand. "I'm glad you said something, Glossaria. The kitchen watched the water for me, thankfully." He places two more teacups on the bar, and sets the kettle on the bar, under his towel. He opens three small tea balls, filling each with a different mixture of crumbled leaves. He places them in the cups, and pours water over each. * Marten pushes the cups toward Gloss. "Sorry for the wait, Glossaria." Tyl: ::to Gloss:: Anyway, if he says anything about it to you, would you let me know? I'm not asking you to spy, exactly... more, let me know if it's something I need to worry about. Er... something *else* I need to worry about... Meghan: nods to Kevil "I would like that" Glances sideways at Jaret then back to Kevil "I'll let you know" Kevil: ::smiles widely:: Honored to be serving! Glossaria: That's alright. Now. Which is which? Or... wait... let me see if I can guess. Jelarthna: ::chuckles at Tyl:: That's still spying, dear. Zoya: ::grins at Marten:: Kitchens are always nice to you. The Tower Kitchen's been having a tantrum all week. ::she smiles:: Marten: ::smiles at Gloss:: See? Sometimes, you show an amazing understanding of "fun". But, other times... it's like throwing water down a pit. Jelarthna: A tantrum, Zoya? What's it doing? Glossaria: ::looking at Tyl:: My pleasure. *I* don't think it's spying. You're his mentor, after all. ::smiling as she glances over her shoulder at Zoya:: Marten: stares at Zoya for a few moments. "I... I'm sorry to hear that." Tyl: ::glances back and forth between Zoya and Marten:: Glossaria: ::looking back at Marten:: So I'm a cistern of humor? * Tyl says something quietly to Jelarthna. Glossaria: Or a sinkhole? Zoya: ::grins at Jel:: Serving my breakfast cold, mostly. ::to Marten:: Don't worry about it, love. It's always been temperamental. * Marten smiles at Gloss. "Alternatively a vacuum and an unwitting fountain of humor, Glossaria." * Jaret has some brandy and watches the group with some interest. * Jelarthna shrugs at Tyl and looks slightly confused Tyl: Thanks, Gloss... ::rolls her eyes:: I have enough on my plate these days as it is... Jelarthna: Ahh! I usually prefer a cold breakfast, actually. ::grins:: * Jelarthna whispers something back to Tyl Zoya: ::laughs:: You're welcome to mine, then. I never used to eat breakfast, anyway, until Lisl started forcing it on me. Marten: frowns. "I know, I just thought I had worked out the problems with the stove. It had been doing such a good job of late..." Glossaria: Hm. Well, next time I'm funny, tell me. Humor requires a deep understanding of one's cultural and social milieu, and, well... I *am* barely a year old. * Meghan reaches up and fingers her stone necklace lightly as her thoughts begin to wander * Tyl stares at Jelarthna... then blinks Tyl: Oh, right. You missed that. Zoya: ::grins at Marten:: It never was as grumpy with you as with anyone else, anyway. You see? Kitchens *like* you. ::chuckles:: Jelarthna: tsk! You should always eat that first meal of the day! Very important to keep your energy level up. * Tyl whispers quickly to Jelarthna. Glossaria: ::turns to her cups and studies them intently, pulling out her notebook and referring often to her notes:: Zoya: Hmph. Now you sound like her. Marten: smiles. "It must be my bullheaded resolve in the face of culinary adversity." Jelarthna: ::blinks a few times and looks at Marten and Zoya:: Oh! Glossaria: ::looks up to grin at her mistress before returning to her study of the cups, leaning over to sniff each one carefully:: Zoya: ::chuckles:: I suppose so. Zoya: ::raises an eyebrow at Gloss:: Was there something you wanted, Glossaria? Glossaria: ::a little too innocently:: No, nothing, Mistress. Marten: ::looks at Jel:: "Yes, Jelarthna?" Zoya: Are you sure? Jelarthna: ::blinks at Marten and shakes his head a little:: Umm.. something to talk about later, I think. Apparently I missed a long story. ::half-grin:: Glossaria: Yes, mistress. Marten: looks at Jel, and smiles. "If you mean that story, then yes. You've missed quite a bit, I'm afraid." Glossaria: ::licks her lips and takes a taste of each cup in turn:: Zoya: ::eyes Glossaria somewhat suspiciously:: If you're certain. By all means, if you think of something you'd like to ask, you know where to find me. Jelarthna: ::chuckles a little:: Apparently! Glossaria: ::looking up again:: Of course, Mistress. Glossaria: ::tastes each cup again in reverse order:: * Meghan grins at Zoya and Gloss Meghan: Gloss how much longer before your dress is done? Marten: looks at Gloss. "Dress?" Zoya: ::raises an eyebrow at Gloss and echoes Marten:: Dress? What dress? Jelarthna: ::grins and decides to join in:: Oh, a dress? What dress? ::winks at Gloss:: Kevil: leans back against the bar, sipping his meade and looking over the hustle and bustle. Glossaria: It should be ready before the end of the week. ::looking from Marten to Zoya in turn:: Vallel brought me fabric and a pattern for a new dress as an "I'm sorry I'm an idiot" present. * Tyl elbows Jelarthna in the ribs. * Jelarthna grunts softly and grins brightly at Tyl Zoya: ::laughs:: An "I'm sorry I'm an idiot" present??!? ::she laughs harder:: Oh, that boy... ::lapses again into laughter:: Glossaria: ::raising her eyebrows:: Well, he *was*! Jelarthna: Ha! That's funny. ::laughs and rubs his ribs:: Meghan: Will you let me know when it's done. I'd love to see how it looks on you. OR should I say how beautiful it will look on you ::winks at her:: Marten: shakes his head, and drinks some of his ale. * Jelarthna smiles at Meghan * Meghan nods echoing Gloss "He was, Zoya" Kevil: laughs. "How else, to be looking, bright angel, but beautiful!" He winks at Glossaria. Meghan: smiles back a Jel Glossaria: ::blushing a little and taking one of Meghan's hands impulsively:: Come with me to pick it up! ::smiling:: You can critique the fitting. The dressmaker says I'm not artful enough for her. Zoya: ::still giggling:: He was what, an idiot? Oh, that I can well believe... ::laughs again:: * Marten turns to Kevil, half-smile on his face. "Milord Kevil, you sure seem to be spreading your compliments around the bar this evening. One woman not enough for you?" Jelarthna: Now now.. Vallel's still pretty young. I think we've all had our moment. Some of us more than others... ::smiles ruefully:: Meghan: True enough Jelarthna Tyl: ::gives Jelarthna a knowing look:: Yes... some have... ::laughs and kisses him impulsively:: Kevil: turns to Marten, looking surprised. "You are not to finding beauty over all?" He shrugs, grinning. "Not to having one woman, Marten, is not needing restrain... word is... ::frowns, then beams as he gets it:: enthusiasm!" Glossaria: ::blushes deeper at Kevil's comment before turning back to the bar:: Alright, I think I've got it... This one ::pointing at the first cup:: is spearmint. It's sweetest of the three. The second one is peppermint, and this last ::pointing again:: is the sourmint. Tho' I'm not certain it's in the same botanical family as the other Menthae. Oh, and you keep your tea in waxed unbleached paper wrappers... they'd do better in tins. * Jelarthna blinks in surprise and happily kisses Tyl in return * Meghan smiles at Gloss * Marten blinks at Glossaria, and shakes his head before turning to Kevil. He stares at him for a moment, obviously disassembling and reassembling his speech. "Yes, there are beautiful women here, but I thought your heart was sworn to one." * Meghan glances at Kevil curiously upon hearing Martens comment Glossaria: ::smiles back at Meghan:: Zoya: eyes Marten and Kevil, then half-sighs and turns to Glossaria. "So, will you tell us about this "I'm-sorry-I'm-an-idiot" dress, or must we wait to see it?" Glossaria: ::opens her mouth, pauses, and closes it again, shaking her head and practically glowing with enthusiasm:: No, you have to wait! But it will be beautiful, you'll see! Meghan: ::nods:: Even just as fabric it's beautiful. I can't wait to see it in a dress * Kevil glances at Zoya, sighs, and shrugs again. "Not... sworn, Sir Marten, but... bonded. Not to explaining in this tongue, but... Not sworn. Am told, to be as ... brother, perhaps?" He sighs. "Not, perhaps, for here, discussion, yes?" * Tyl looks over at the Zoya-Kevil-Marten conversation, opens her mouth, decides against it, and looks back at Jelarthna. * Zoya smiles. "Well, I look forward to seeing this dress, Glossaria..." Marten: ::looks at Kevil:: Not here? Perhaps not. I was just confused at the vociferousness of your flirtations, after our discussion last week. But, perhaps I just misunderstood as well. * Jelarthna smiles brightly at Tyl, having completely lost track of the rest of the Hall Glossaria: ::raises an eyebrow, frowns, and leans over to mutter something to Zoya:: Tyl: ::looking up at Jelarthna, she groans:: Oh, I forgot... here... you should look at this... ::hands him a packet of papers from her dress pocket:: Zoya: ::looks at Glossaria for a moment, laughs suddenly, then answers aloud:: Nosy apprentice. I'll explain it later. * Kevil half-smiles at Marten. "Much misunderstanding to us, yes? Hoping, soon, to open- no... *clear*. Wanting not... hurt, anger, mistrust, to us between, yes?" Jelarthna: ::watches Tyl pull out the papers:: Look at what? Glossaria: ::looking back at Zoya with a somewhat hang-dog look:: Is *this* one of the "when-you're-older"s? Tyl: Another one of the worries on my plate. Jelarthna: ::frowns slightly:: What now? Zoya: ::grins at Gloss:: Parts of it might be; I'm not sure. Marten: ::shakes his head, trying to interpret:: Perhaps. Perhaps we started on shaky ground, and we need to retreat and assess the situation before trying again. Glossaria: ::pouting a little:: But I'm *having* sex already!! * Meghan stands and covers her mouth as she yawns lightly Marten: whips his head toward Gloss. "What?!?" Jelarthna: ::blinks a few times and looks at Tyl? Who the heck is this? Kevil: Shaky... ::frowns for a moment:: Ah, yes. Yes, shaky ground! To be, your service, Sir Marten, speaking. Any time." Marten: shakes his head. "Never mind. I don't want to know." Glossaria: ::about to explain to Marten:: But I just wanted to know-- oh, alright. Zoya: can't help laughing a little, but answers sternly. "Glossaria. I said we'd talk about it later." Meghan: Well all, I think I've had it for today. I'm off. Tyl: Baronette Loraan? He's... a furniture merchant... Marten: ::looks at Kevil:: Then perhaps, Kevil, we should look to talk. Just the two of us, sometime soon. Marten: looks at Meghan. "Well then, well met, and a pleasant evening to you!" Kevil: stands and bows. "To lovely night, lovely Lady, yes? Seeing soon, hopeful?" Jelarthna: Is this the fellow that sent you all of that weird stuff? Tyl: Yeah, that's him... Meghan: nods to Kevil "This week." Glossaria: Yes, Mistress. ::sighing a little:: Meghan: smiles at Marten "Goodnight Sir" Tyl: Good evening, Meghan... Glossaria: ::looking up for a moment and leaning to whisper in Zoya's ear again:: Meghan: ::Smiles:: Night Tyl Glossaria: Good evening, Meghan! I'll call on you when my dress is ready, alright? Kevil: ::to Marten:: Talking, yes. Swift to be learning language, I, yes? ::he chuckles:: Jelarthna: Meghan's leaving? ::looks up to smile and wave:: Goodnight, Meghan Meghan: ::nods:: please do Gloss. maybe we could have lunch then Meghan: Night Jelarthna Codex: Goodnight. Glossaria: ::nods:: Jelarthna: ::to Tyl:: So what's this about, then? When did you get it? What are you going to tell him? Zoya: glares at Glossaria. "Stop that." * Glossaria looks speculatively at Kevil. "I could help you, if you wanted, Master Kevil." Glossaria: ::meekly:: Yes'm. * Jaret finishes off his snifter of brandy. * Meghan pulls her cloak around her and leaves a few coins on the bar Kevil: ::smiles at Glossaria:: Angel *and* teacher? Perfection, indeed! To be anticipated! Marten: looks at the coins on the bar. "Meghan?" Meghan: smiles at him "I feel better leaving them every once in a while" Glossaria: ::blushing deeper:: I'm *not* an angel. Really. Tyl: ::sighs:: I got it yesterday. And "no" sounded like a good thing to say, actually... Marten: frowns. "I'll return them next time, then." * Meghan nods to him looking somewhat confused and turns heading out Jelarthna: ::looks slightly relieved:: No is good... So who is this fellow, really? Do you know him? Tyl: ::shrugs:: I've met him a few times... and he's been backing the school, both with some very nice financial gifts and politically... Marten: looks over at Jaret. "Are you sure there's nothing bothering you, Milord Malkier?" Glossaria: ::looks quizzically at Jaret:: Kevil: ::smiles at Gloss:: Good as to me, angel. * Meghan walks out into the night Jaret: I'm fine, Marten. Thank you for your concern, but I don't require it. * Marten frowns, but nods slightly. "I'm sorry to bother you, then. Heed it no mind." Jelarthna: Well... I can understand his being enchanted with you. ::smiles brightly:: Jaret: However, I think I should be on my way. Good evening, everyone. ::he bows:: A pleasure making your acquaintance, Master Talarin. Jelarthna: ::waves to Jaret:: Good night, Jaret. Tyl: Have a good night, Jaret. Glossaria: ::turns away from her two flatterers, covering her fluster with a cup of tea:: Kevil: ::bows to Jaret:: Honor, mine is! Seeing you again, to be hoping! Marten: ::smiles slightly:: Well met, milord Malkier. Keep safe during the night. Glossaria: Good night, Lord Malkier. Don't be a stranger. Kevil: I, also, to be sleep, yes? Busy day, to be fitting for clothes, half language learned... ::he chuckles:: To be seeing all again, hope, yes? * Marten nods slightly to Kevil. Kevil: bows to Marten. "Your service, Sir Marten, on talking, yes? To the Dragon's Den send, I come." Tyl: ::grins:: Of course... Did someone tell me you were a bard? Maybe you could entertain us, next time? Marten: looks at Kevil quizzically. "The Dragon's Den?" Glossaria: ::nodding:: When would you prefer to take your language lessons, Master Kevil? My time is fairly free, this week. Jelarthna: ::smiles at Kevil:: I hope so, Talarin. ::smiles at Tyl's comment:: Ah, that would be nice! Kevil: smiles to Tyl. "Of course, Lady Tyl'gainia! Your wish to be commanding me!" He bows floridly. * Tyl whispers something to Jelarthna. Kevil: ::to Glossaria:: Your freedom to me, yes? Your mistress release, you not to be other duties, come to teach, yes? * Jelarthna laughs Kevil: ::to Marten:: Pardons, to be... three streets, closer in to sea from here. Asking, finding, same, yes? Glossaria: Well... if you'd prefer it that way... Mistress Zoya? Zoya: Yes, Glossaria? Marten: shakes his head. "I know the establishment. I was just under the impression that you were... that you had other accommodations." Glossaria: Would that be alright? Releasing me from my duties so I could tutor Master Kevil in Common, I mean. Kevil: ::smiles:: Not to being underfoot, yes? Zoya: ::considers Kevil for a moment:: Some of them, perhaps. I don't know how much longer I can stand to listen to him slaughter the language when he could be so much more eloquent. ::she grins at Kevil:: Tyl: ::to Jelarthna:: In any case... I want to be polite with my reply and I don't always do polite so well... Jelarthna: ::folds the papers and shakes his head, then hands them back to Tyl:: I hope this Lorraan won't be pushy. Polite is a good idea, though. Glossaria: ::nods:: I finished the latest round of copies. Oh! Which reminds me, Master Marten, I still have those maps for you. You forgot to pick them up before you... left. Tyl: ::grins and puts the papers back in her pocket:: Of course, it is a first... Kevil: bows mockingly toward Zoya. "To be remembering gift of words, all gratitude, great lady!" He chuckles. Jelarthna: A first, love? Marten: looks at Glossaria. "I did, didn't I?" He looks at Zoya. "Perhaps I'll be by to pick them up, before too long." * Tyl nods * Kevil bows to everyone in the room. "And now, to be sleeping, yes? Busy to be the week!" Kevil: ::In a swirl of cloak and feathers, he leaves:: Glossaria: Well, Mistress, he *is* a bard. I should think he should have a mastery of words to match his looks. ::blushing scarlet as she realizes what she just said:: Jelarthna: First what? Zoya: laughs heartily. "Don't let him hear you say that, Glossaria. He's vain enough as it is." Tyl: ::blushes:: First proposal... * Marten wipes up near-invisible dirt on the bar. Jelarthna: Oh! ::hugs Tyl:: That's actually a little surprising... ::smiles and kisses her forehead:: Come on, let's go draft a polite refusal. Glossaria: ::smiles:: True... well, I mean, he *did* see to his clothes, first thing. ::giggling:: Marten: ::looks at Zoya:: So, Zoya... I take it Kevil's found accommodations at the Dragon's Den. Zoya: ::smiles:: Of course he did. It would never occur to Kevil to present a less-than-idea image. ::She shakes her head, chuckling:: Jelarthna: ::smiles at everyone:: Goodnight, Glossaria, Marten, Zoya. Codex, if you need me for anything... or have some idea how things will go, I hope you'll get in touch with me. Tyl: ::drops a few silver coins on the bar:: Of course... goodnight Marten... it's good to see you again. Goodnight Zoya... Glossaria Glossaria: Anyway, Master Marten, since I may well be gone when you stop by, I'll just give the maps into Mistress Zoya's care, shall I then? That way you can get them from her when you... stop by. Marten: Tyl, Jelarthna - a good night to you both. Keep safe, and may the gods watch over you. Zoya: ::to Marten:: Yes. Actually, I think he took rooms there when he first arrived in town. But he's back in them now, yes. He... seemed to feel he was getting in my way. Glossaria: Goodnight, Jel! Oh, and thank you for your escort last week, that was very kind of you. I'm even *harder* to stab, now! Tyl: ::coughs:: I think several of them have been, recently... wrong ones, though. Jelarthna: ::grins:: I've had far too much to do with gods as it is. I think I'll be content with my friends watching over me. Codex: Goodnight Tyl, Jelarthna. Glossaria: Goodnight, Mistress Tyl. I won't forget to ask Vallel about his lute. And I'll be discreet. ::smiling:: Tyl: takes Jel's arm... Jelarthna: ::smiles at Glossaria:: We should practice with them sometime, too. So you can decide how you want to do things when your defenses start going down. ::winks: Jelarthna: takes Tyl's arm with a big smiles and retrieves his hat and cape before exiting Glossaria: Oh, I've got a plan for that, too! Just you wait. I'm dying for them to try to kill me, now! Zoya: ::raises an eyebrow as Jel and Tyl leave:: I wonder what that was about...? Glossaria: I mean, well, that is... I'm dying to *not* die. ::glancing at Zoya:: Codex: shakes his head, "How much do I owe you barkeep?" Zoya: ::smiles:: I'm sure he knows what you mean, Glossaria. It's a common enough idiom. ::laughs:: Are you *sure* you're the one to teach Kevil the language? Marten: ::to Z:: I... I see. And then, you're keeping the Tower to yourself and Gloss, then? Glossaria: Well... it's just that you were lecturing me last week about not foolishly risking my life, and I didn't *want* you to worry.... Glossaria: ::piping up:: Don't forget the gnomes! * Marten picks up an errant glass or two, and places them behind the bar. Zoya: ::smiles to Marten:: And the Staff of course... But Kevil is gone, yes. Zoya: ::yawning:: I should be getting back to the Tower. Do you want to walk with me, Glossaria? I seem to recall saving up a stack of things to tell you later. Zoya: ::to Marten:: You're welcome to come back, if... if you want to. ::she smiles tentatively again:: Marten: ::looks at Zoya and Gloss, wryly smiling to himself:: And you, Zoya. You're welcome... I'm sure I could find somewhere for you to... Marten: ::he frowns, upset with himself:: I could always use help closing up, Zoya. Zoya: ::smiles:: * Marten looks at Codex, slightly embarrassed. "Nothing. Drinks on the house tonight. Did I forget to mention that again?" Glossaria: ::smiles impishly, looking back and forth from Marten to Zoya:: Actually, Mistress, I think I should walk home alone. Give them another shot at my back, and all. Codex: Goodnight to you all then. * Codex hops off his stool and heads out the door. Glossaria: I'll talk with you when you get home later. Goodnight, Master Marten, goodnight, Master Codex. * Glossaria heads for the door herself. Zoya: ::smiles:: I... Of course, Marten. I'm glad to help. ::looks at Glossaria:: That's the spirit. Don't forget to check in. I'll be home later, but we may have to leave those other topics for tomorrow, all right? Glossaria: ::putting her hand up to raise her hood, hiding an even broader smile:: Of course, Mistress. Be as late as you need. * Marten walks Glossaria to the door, smiling as he walks. "Glossaria, a good night to you. Keep yourself safe. We can talk about helping you do that..." * Glossaria hurries out the door before Zoya can say anything else. Zoya: ::laughs:: That girl... Marten: laughs. "Indeed. She's quite the handful." Marten: ::looks at Zoya, slightly embarrassed:: Zoya, I... I don't really need help closing up. The Hall all but closes itself, anyway. Zoya: smiles slightly. "I know." Marten: ::sighs:: I just needed to talk. I've been... I overreacted. Marten: I said things I shouldn't have said, and I left in anger, and I... ::frowns, biting his lip:: I left things unresolved, and I left you without any sort of... help. Marten: ::shakes his head:: No, that's not the word. Marten: I left you alone. That was wrong of me to do. * Zoya leans against the bar, watching Marten seriously, waiting calmly for him to finish. Marten: But, I think there's some things other than Kevil that made me... made me so angry. Marten: The way he waltzed in, like he owned the Tower, like he owned *you*... ::for a moment, anger flashes across his face:: I wanted to tear him in half. Marten: But... I saw how happy you were to see him. I saw how excited you were, how much happiness was in your face. I haven't seen that in a while. Marten: ::he sighs, and frowns:: Why? Zoya: ::sighs:: I don't... ::she looks at him for a long time:: You're so busy, lately. And it seems like you don't want to share any of it with me. Zoya: ::she looks away:: I know it's partly my fault - I've *always* been busy, and when I came to Marsember, my responsibilities doubled... then trebled... I don't have the time for you I should, I know. * Marten shakes his head, but lets Zoya continue. Zoya: But I... I *try* to share, what I can, with you. But you... It seems like every time I turn around, there's another hobby, another trip you have to take, something else... ::she sighs:: Whatever our feelings for each other, I'm not meeting some, some need you have. Zoya: ::she looks at him again, helplessly:: I don't... I don't know what I can do. Marten: It's not *you*, Zoya. You... you're wonderful. You're my sunrise, the first thing I want to see when I wake. You've been supportive and caring, loving and... ::he blushes:: You've been everything to me, and more. Marten: I... I think that part of Dancer's wanderlust passed on to me. There are so many things that I remember through a sieve, like the memories are constantly behind a piece of cheesecloth. I wanted to live them all again, see the things I barely remember. Marten: I wanted to share them with you, but you've been so busy that I... I've felt guilty, pulling you away from your responsibilities. I felt like I was keeping you from your loves, so I started asking less and less often... I stopped. Marten: But then, with Kevil... Marten: There was a part of you there that I hadn't seen in a while, love. Marten: That's the part of you that I want back, that I was afraid I was losing - that I might've lost. Marten: What... ::he stops, and coughs slightly:: What do I need to do? * Zoya looks a little taken aback. Zoya: Marten, I... ::she reaches out and takes his hand:: I don't know. I know I love you. I know I don't want you to leave my life. But... If this restlessness is driving you away... I don't know what I can do to stop it. ::tears have risen in her eyes:: Tell *me*, Marten. What needs to be done? Marten: holds Zoya's hand in his, and smiles. "We need to talk, love. Can we go back to the Tower, and..." He stops. He frowns slightly, and then speaks. "No. There are too many prying eyes in the Tower. I know she means well, but Glossaria..." He sighs, then slowly looks around him. Zoya: smiles slightly. "Yes. This isn't exactly... private, either. Erdian..." She shrugs. Marten: ::he smiles slowly:: If you're willing, we can find somewhere quieter, more... secluded. Where we can talk, discuss what we're feeling... ::he pulls her hand closer, his finger running up the side of her arm:: ...where we can be alone. Zoya: ::glances down at his hand, then looks back up at him, her smile widening:: Yes... Yes, I think I'd like that, Marten. * Marten looks around, and smiles. "Let the Hall take care of itself for once." He checks his pocket, and looks at Zoya. He pulls out the Hall's key, and motions toward the door with a flourish. "Milady, after you?" Zoya: laughs. "If you wish." Impulsively, she kisses his cheek, and then precedes him through the door. * Marten places a hand on his cheek, taken aback at Zoya's touch. He smiles, and looks behind him only momentarily before closing the door and locking it. As he does so, the lanterns in the Hall all extinguish themselves in unison, and the Hall falls dark. |
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