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* Young Girl walks in, her head covered by a thick gray cloak. * Young Girl moves behind the bar and pulls her hood down over her face. <Young Girl> Hall's Open ::in a high, light voice:: * Xarroch flings open the door and lumbers in, thumping up to the bar, and looking at the hooded figure there. <Xarroch> Who are you? <Young Girl> And a nice evening to you, too, Xarroch. * Young Girl turns to the taps and pours a mug of mule kick. She places it on the bar, revealing a very small hand. * Xarroch sniffs the air and takes the kick, knocking it back and laughing as he sets the mug back on the bar. * Jaret walks in, opening the door for Meghan, who enters soon after. "Good evening, everyone!" He looks bemusedly at the small figure behind the bar. "I... I don't think we've met. I'm Jaret Malkier." * Michelle enters dressed in a pleated lavender skirt and matching ruffled blouse. She wears a maroon jacket with black trim and gold buttons over the blouse and her hair is loose. As always her moon earring is in her right ear. On her left hand she wears a heavy, jewel encrusted ring, and she's carrying a slim staff. <Xarroch> ::grins at the young girl:: Different look for you, isn't it? ::low, rumbling laugh:: * Meghan takes a seat at the bar <Young Girl> ::sigh:: Not on purpose... <Young Girl> Get you a drink, Lord Jaret? * Michelle sets her staff against the wall and walks to the bar, then blinks at the figure behind the bar, "Nacheyla?" <Xarroch> ::looks over at Jaret, Meghan, and Michelle entering and smiles:: Goodbye! ::waves farewell to those entering:: * Young Girl mutters to herself, then pushes back her hood. The girl underneath is no older than eleven years, with very long black hair and wide eyes. * Glossaria enters, hanging her cloak up carefully before taking a seat at the bar. She looks vaguely troubled as she looks around, but her face clears as she sees who is present. * Jaret leans forward and looks at the figure. "A glass of Arabellan Red would be fine if you have it... and can reach it." * Meghan hears Michelle and blinks echoing "Nacheyla?" <Jaret> Nacheyla? You're... you're looking well. <Xarroch> ::turning back to the Nacheyla:: And what did you do to yourself? Aren't you a child of your race now? * Glossaria raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Excuse me, miss... aren't you young to be serving alcohol? * Nacheyla scrambles around the bar for a while and gets a bottle of wine for Jaret. * Kevil enters. He is dressed in very dark green, with a pale yellow shirt and matching hose. His hair is tied with a silver and green ribbon. "Good evening, my friends!" He sweeps into an elegant bow. * Nacheyla frowns. * Jaret belatedly takes off his plumed hat. "Good evening, Kevil." <Nacheyla> I do NOT look well, thanks anyway... ::grins:: I appreciate the sentiment, however... <Michelle> Glossaria, if she's too young to be serving, then you're to young to be getting married. Or doing much of anything else that you and Vallel have been engaged in. * Meghan glances at Kevil as he comes in and smiles warmly at him <Glossaria> ::turning and smiling:: Good evening, Milord Kevil. ::adding shyly:: Thank you for the flowers. They're lovely. <Kevil> ::grins:: I hoped you would like them, sweet angel. <Michelle> So what happened to you Nacheyla.? <Xarroch> ::laughs a little more and looks at Kevil with a penetrating gaze:: Who are you? <Glossaria> ::looking troubled at Michelle's comment:: Well... she looked prepubescent. Are you alright, Mistress Nacheyla? * Nacheyla pours herself a mug of apple cider. * Zoya enters, nose buried in a book. Without looking, she maneuvers herself over to the bar. "Cider, please," she orders absently. <Nacheyla> I'm fine... ::pours Zoya a mug of cider:: Here you go. * Meghan sits quietly seemingly absorbed in a spot on the bar <Nacheyla> I'll just have to grow out of it again... * Jaret uncorks the bottle. "And if I, and anyone else who would like some wine, could get a goblet, that would be lovely." * Kevil walks over to Meghan and bows to her. "Lady Meghan? Are you well?" <Michelle> That wasn't my question. How did it happen? * Zoya takes her cider and sips, turning a page in her book. * Nacheyla gets a few goblets and sets them on the bartop, then climbs back onto her stool awkwardly. * Meghan looks up and smiles at Kevil <Meghan> I am thank you Kevil. How are you? <Nacheyla> Well... ::takes a deep breath:: I got in a bit of a fight with a Lich... and I miscalculated. <Meghan> Jaret could I have a glass to please * Lisl enters, dressed in her usual leather jerkin and trous, her omnipresent wolfskin over her shoulder. "Evening, all! ::looking around, nose twitching once:: Full house tonight. Nach, that's a new look for you, isn't' it? <Kevil> Well indeed, bright star. ::he smiles:: You looked so pensive, I thought I might serve as a distraction, d'va? <Xarroch> ::moves closer to Meghan and Kevil, and smiles at her:: Did you do what you wished today? * Jaret pours Meghan a glass of wine, and then pours one for himself. * Nacheyla sticks her tongue out at Lisl. <Michelle> Well that's one solution to the mystery of the Fountain of Youth. <Nacheyla> Yes, it is... * Zoya glances up at Lisl's tone. "Lisl! Long time no..." Belatedly notices the child-Nacheyla. "N... Nacheyla??!?" * Meghan nods to Kevil "I appreciate that. You are a most pleasant distraction Lord Kevil." * Meghan turns to Xarroch her face taking on a softness "I did thank you" <Michelle> I would have thought that it was an old look for you Nacheyla...A VERY old look. <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Put your tongue back in your mouth and pour me some 'kick, would you? ::grinning:: If you can reach the shelf, that is. ::overly solicitous:: Would you like some help? <Kevil> ::laughs:: Glad I am to hear it. ::pauses:: I hope the flowers met with your approval...? <Xarroch> ::glances at Kevil oddly for a moment, then nods:: GOod. * Michelle blinks at Meghan, then shrugs and turns back to Nacheyla's situation. * Nacheyla gets Lisl a mug of Kick... "Here." * Meghan takes the glass from Jaret and takes a sip <Nacheyla> ::looks around:: Did I get everyone? <Zoya> ::blinks again:: Nacheyla, what *happened*? * Meghan looks somewhat confused at Kevil "Flowers?" * Jaret toasts Nacheyla. "Taken care of here." <Glossaria> ::raises an eyebrow slightly at Kevil's mention of flowers, and smiles to herself. <Nacheyla> I didn't do it on purpose. <Michelle> I'll have a glass of Jaret's wine as long as he's sharing. ::Michelle smiles.:: <Xarroch> ::nods to Lisl and grins a little:: Have not seen you for some time. Have you had good hunting? * Jaret pours Michelle a goblet of wine. "Here you are." * Nacheyla frowns somewhat petulantly. <Glossaria> Mistress Nacheyla, might I have a glass of... hm. Some white wine, please? * Nacheyla clambers down from her stool again and gets a bottle of white wine and another goblet. "Here you go. How've you been keeping yourself?" <Michelle> Thank you Jaret. ::Michelle sips her wine.:: <Kevil> But of course, bright star! It is only the right thing to do, is it not? You... implied that a visit would be unwelcome, and so I could only send flowers to thank you for your company. <Xarroch> ::chuckles at Nacheyla:: You truly ought to know better by now. <Lisl> ::to Xarroch:: Some. Managed to bag a pretty present for our Lord Mayor. At least, he liked it. <Zoya> ::calms down somewhat and eyes Nach:: How'd it happen, precisely? <Nacheyla> ::glowering at Xarroch:: I misjudged him. <Glossaria> Well... well enough, I suppose. ::sighing a little as she accepts her wineglass:: * Meghan looks somewhat confused "I'm sorry Kevil I didn't get any flowers" <Nacheyla> ::taking out her yellow star, which has NOT been spinning around her head this evening:: With this... <Xarroch> ::chuckles again, and turns to Lisl:: your Lord Mayor? What is that? * Zoya closes her book, forgetting about it entirely. "Really?" She leans forward to examine the star as well as she can without touching it. <Nacheyla> Don't worry... it doesn't bite. <Nacheyla> I just can't wear it for a while or I might miscalculate all the way back to not existing. And I don't know what would happen then. <Zoya> ::smiles and takes the star:: Well, it's considered rude to snatch things from people's hands. I've been told. <Xarroch> I did not take you for the type to pay tribute. ::grins at Lisl, then slightly menacingly at the yellow star:: <Kevil> ::looks surprised:: You didn't? I told the man where your cottage was - I'm sure I got it right! <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Xarroch:: It was the man's birthday. Only polite to bring him a present. Besides...::taking a sip of 'kick and half-speaking into her mug:: Mother made me. <Nacheyla> Oh, those flowers! I found them on the doorstep <Meghan> Oh. I'm sorry Kevil. I'm not living at the cottage anymore. I moved out last week. No wonder I never got them. * Zoya becomes utterly absorbed in studying the star. <Kevil> ::looks at Nach, then back at Meghan:: You... you *moved*? * Meghan looks at Nacheyla <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Your mother made you? ::shakes his head a little:: I have heard little of this woman, but I think I would like to meet her. <Glossaria> ::frowning at Meghan:: You did? <Nacheyla> ::to Zoya:: See, what happens is the... ::pauses for a moment:: magical energy of the undead gets transformed into life energy for me, when I slay them. <Meghan> Well there you go. I was starting to think I had lost my mind or something * Meghan nods to Gloss <Lisl> ::chuckles:: I think I'd love for you to meet her, too, Xarroch. Tho' I couldn't say who'd come out the better for the experience. ::chuckling:: <Zoya> ::absently:: Really? That would be this... ::turns the star over and holds it up to the light as if she can see through it.:: <Glossaria> But... ::picking up her glass and moving over to sit closer to Meghan:: Why? <Meghan> I'm sorry Kevil. I'm sure they were beautiful. Thank you for the thought. <Xarroch> ::grins at Lisl:: It sounds as if it would be interesting, yes. <Nacheyla> My mentor made it for me, just before he died. It may have some additional properties. I'm not sure he finished it. He died during the creation of the item. ::sighs:: * Meghan turns to Gloss <Kevil> ::grins mischeviously:: Was my dancing so terrible? I've never had a woman *move* to escape me before. <Meghan> I just thought it would be better if I was not living with Val. Better for all of us * Zoya mutters something under her breath. * Lisl takes another swallow of 'kick and sighs. "Ahh... this certainly would've helped to kill the frostbite last month... <Xarroch> ::turns to Meghan:: I certainly hope you are *not* losing your mind. If the chaos is getting difficult I can make things more solid for you. I prefer a bit of the fluidity. * Meghan laughs at Kevil "Of course not. I should have told you on the way to the party. Please forgive my absent mind" <Glossaria> ::face falling at the mention of Val's name:: Well... I don't think it would have done much harm. So where-- ::cocking her head:: You're living with *Xarroch*? <Kevil> ::smiles:: Nothing to forgive, bright star. You'd had quite a... busy evening, after all. * Glossaria raises both eyebrows at Meghan. <Meghan> I am living with Xarroch until I can find a new place <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Glossaria:: Is that a wrong thing do you think, worm girl? * Meghan looks concerned at Glosses expression at the mention of Val's name <Kevil> ::eyes Xarroch, then grins at Meghan:: You are universally adored, it seems, Lady Meghan! <Lisl> ::shoots a somewhat puzzled look at Zoya, shakes her head, and goes back to her drink:: * Meghan smiles at Kevil <Glossaria> Well... not... not *wrong* exactly, but... well, it does make it a lot harder to visit her. ::lamely:: <Kevil> But I am forgetting my manners! ::he bows to Xarroch:: Kevil Talarin, Master Bard, at your service, sir." <Zoya> ::lifts her head:: Glossaria. You are a priestess of a god of chaos. How hard could it be to step into Xarroch's pocket, which after all is located in a corner of Chaos? * Meghan takes Gloss's hand and pulls her to a table "Please excuse us Xarroch, Kevil" <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Glossaria:: I am certain Jelarthna could bring you to visit. Or I could. <Kevil> ::bows as Meghan takes her leave:: <Lisl> ::cocks her head, and shoots Zoya another glance after giving Kevil a quick once-over. <Xarroch> ::looks at Kevil steadily:: I am Xarroch. <Nacheyla> Anyway, the more powerful an undead is, the more life energy I get back. I try and take it off when I'm really up to my hips in the thick of things, but this time, I was a little distracted. <Glossaria> ::blushing:: Oh. Well. I hadn't thought of that, Mistress. Sorry. ::grabs her wineglass quickly to keep from spilling it as she's suddenly pulled to another table:: <Xarroch> ::shakes his head a little:: It is not *in* the pane of chaos, Zoya, rather a pocket of chaos floating in the ether. <Kevil> ::blinks once at the odd name:: Sir Xarroch, I am honored to make your acquaintance. ::He pronounces it perfectly, without a stumble:: * Zoya grins at Xarroch. "Where Chaos is, is there Erdian, sir." * Meghan sits pulling Gloss's chair close to her own she speaks softly "How is Vallel? <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Kevil:: You are? ::chuckles a little, then thinks:: It is nice to meet you. ::nods firmly:: <Glossaria> Well... ::taking a sip of wine:: He's okay, I guess. I mean, he's all healed now. * Nacheyla hops off her stool and wanders into the kitchen. She comes back carrying a tray of cookies, small cakes and pies. * Zoya misses all glances and looks and such, being once again absorbed in Nach's star. * Meghan nods slightly sipping her own wine <Nacheyla> Anyone want one? ::she pops a chocolate tart into her mouth:: <Meghan> So he didn't tell you I was moving I guess <Xarroch> ::inclines his head at Zoya, acknowledging the comment:: I shall take your word for it. ::grins a little:: * Michelle sips her wine then helps herself to a tart as well, "Got your sweet tooth back?" <Xarroch> ::looks at the chocolate tarts:: What are they? <Lisl> ::scowls at Zoya's inattention, and takes another swallow of 'kick:: You sure you should be eating that, Nach? Candy rots your teeth, you know. ::grinning a little wider:: And you'll regret it when you're...bigger. * Jaret has a small sweet before Xarroch does something to the plate. * Zoya finally puts the star down on the bar with a faint sigh. "Nacheyla, if you want, I think I can reverse the effects. <Nacheyla> ::sticking her tongue out at Lisl again:: They're sweets... you eat them ::to Xarroch:: * Xarroch picks up one of the tarts and looks at it, then puts the whole thing in his mouth and chews a few times before swallowing. <Glossaria> Well... no, he never said anything to me. But... he hasn't said much to me since he left the morning after the... incident. * Xarroch blinks a few times, looking slightly puzzled, and eats another of the chocolate tarts <Nacheyla> ::looking at Zoya:: Well, that would be good. I've had to do this a few times, and personally, having been fourteen about five times how has just about been enough. On the other hand, I'm not really keen on getting back to almost fifty. * Michelle shakes her head, "Good one Nacheyla. Re-introduce him to the Dark Side." <Lisl> ::shakes her head and tsks:: Such cheek to your elders. Someone should learn you some manners, little girl, or you could grow up to be a real b-- ::glancing at the stranger in their midst:: nasty lady. * Meghan looks concerned <Zoya> ::chuckles:: Well, bring that ::points at the star:: by the Tower tomorrow, and we'll see what we can do. <Meghan> No. He hasn't talked to you at all? <Nacheyla> ::grins:: I guess you'd be my role model, then, will you, Lisl? <Zoya> ::moment of obsession passed, she turns to Lisl:: Lisl! I'm sorry, I got distracted. How are you? ::she grins:: My apprentice has been telling me stories to scorch my ears of your behavior at the Mayor's party. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Watch it. <Xarroch> ::grins a little and looks at the yellow star:: I suppose you wouldn't want me to eat that, too? ::larger feral grin:: <Nacheyla> Um... no. * Xarroch chuckles a little * Kevil is silent for once, watching everyone else. <Glossaria> ::miserably:: No. But... well, maybe it's for the best. I mean, I wanted this year, after all, to be sure of him, and all I've done since we agreed on it is hang around him. That doesn't broaden my experience at all. * Meghan nods lightly <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow and glancing at Gloss, who is deep in conversation:: Behavior? My behavior was thoroughly unexceptional. Ask Jaret. * Lisl grins a little as she takes another swallow. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, perhaps Glossaria ignored my warnings about the wine. But I definitely recall some corroboration that you were behaving... ::lowers her voice to a stage whisper:: ladylike. <Xarroch> ::looks over at Jaret:: And was Lisl's behavior thoroughly unexceptional? ::chuckles:: <Jaret> Lisl isn't quite accurate. In fact, it was said that she was quite *exceptional*, I believe. <Lisl> ::grinning:: Ladylike? Me? However would you believe such a thing of me? <Xarroch> What is this "ladylike"? <Kevil> ::eyes Xarroch dubiously:: <Xarroch> ::motions to Nacheyla:: More kick. ::pauses a moment, and seems to remember something:: Please. ::smiles a little:: * Nacheyla hops down and gets another mug of mule kick. * Xarroch looks at Kevil and grins just a little <Lisl> ::grins:: Couldn't tell ya, Xarroch. Ask one of the upper crust, here. ::gesturing to Jaret with a smile:: Tho' I'll warn you, he lies shamelessly. <Zoya> ::eyes wide in mock-innocence:: But of course I would not believe it, Lisl, but I chanced to overhear some gossip in the square the next day, and it very closely sounded like Glossaria's tale had been true! Even to the point of... ::lowers her voice again:: a *dress*! <Xarroch> ::laughs:: What would be the point of lying with shame? <Kevil> ::laughs:: * Michelle sips her wine. * Nacheyla absently stuffs another cookie in her mouth and chews noisily. * Kevil rises and moves over to Lisl and Zoya. "I knew I had seen you! Forgive the impertinence, my lady, but I was quite dazzled by you at the event, and feared to approach. I hope I may now offer my bow..." He bows elegantly. <Michelle> Yep, definitely got her sweet tooth back. <Lisl> ::making a face:: Ah, well, if you *must* know, Mother felt I had been... what did she say? Ah, yes. "Neglecting the social aspects of my familial obligations." * Jaret hmphs at Lisl. "I trust, Xarroch, you know better than to accept Lisl's attempt at assassinating my character." * Meghan glances at Gloss after a moment drinking the remainder of wine from her glass <Xarroch> ::chuckles at Jaret:: I trust her to be more direct if she were to try any real assassination. * Michelle shakes head, "I think she meant that you're supposed to visit more. Not go to fancy parties without her." <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows at Kevil:: Ah... Kevil, is it? Kevil the Bard? ::glancing sidelong at Zoya:: Well, well. If you fear me less in street clothes, someone's been telling the wrong sorts of stories about me. * Xarroch laughs and drinks down the mug of kick, then moves over to Meghan <Lisl> ::looking at Michelle:: Not at all. Who do you think filled out the invitation, after all? She wanted me to make my leg to the mayor. She even lent me the dress. ::making a face:: * Meghan looks up at Xarroch a smile coming easily to her face <Kevil> But of course not, lady - indeed, I tremble in awe! It is only that by the time I recovered my star-struck brain the other night, events had... superceded such a thing as a cordial introduction. ::he smiles:: * Xarroch smiles back at Meghan * Nacheyla looks over at Lisl. <Nacheyla> Somehow, I think I missed something again... what happened? * Michelle quirks an eyebrow, "Vallel didn't tell you what happened at the party?" <Lisl> ::snorts:: Meaning, the party went to hell in a handbasket. ::shakes her head:: Zoya, is he *always* like this? <Xarroch> There is always *something* going on with these people. ::chuckles:: <Zoya> I'm afraid so, Lisl. Be grateful he didn't immediately fall on his knees and declare undying devotion. <Xarroch> ::to Meghan:: So what is involved in this "looking for another place?" <Kevil> ::looks offended:: Lady Zoya, you wrong me, in very deed! May I not offer a greeting to one who is, quite obviously, a friend dear to your heart? <Nacheyla> I haven't seen my nephew in several weeks... <Xarroch> ::nods at Meghan:: Of course. When? * Meghan shrugs lightly "Honestly I am not quite sure myself" <Glossaria> ::finishing her wine in one long gulp and putting her chin on the table:: So you see, you didn't really *have* to move out. ::brightly, looking up:: Maybe when you find a new place, Vallel could move in with you! * Meghan looks at Gloss <Michelle> ::To the Hall in general:: When was the last time anyone saw Vallel? <Meghan> Honestly Gloss I don't think it's a good idea that Val and I live in the same place right now * Zoya looks at Kevil suspiciously, then laughs. "Oh, very well. Lisl, I have the somewhat dubious honor of showing you Kevil Talarin, Master Bard, my friend. Kevil, this is Lisl Ferinsdottir." <Xarroch> The boy? ::shrugs:: Not since I took him home. <Lisl> ::snorts and carefully wipes her hand on her jerkin, standing and offering it to Kevil.:: Hello, Kevil, I'm Lisl. Pleased to meet you. *That*, my friend, is a greeting. What you did was practically a sonnet. Jaret could take lessons from you. * Meghan looks up at Michelle and back to Gloss <Meghan> Gloss when was the last time you saw him? <Jaret> I suppose I could, Lisl. After all, he's a Master Bard, whereas I am merely an enthusiastic amateur. <Lisl> ::grinning a tad evilly:: That's because you don't know me well yet. <Nacheyla> Well, I only got in last night... I thought he was staying at the Tower. ::glances at Glossaria:: <Michelle> No Jaret. If you did you'd lose your rapier wit. * Kevil takes Lisl's hand and shakes it firmly. "As I am pleased to meet you, Lady. Alas, I fear I could only be unfavorably compared to Lord Jaret, but I aspire to his height." ::he grins at her:: <Glossaria> ::shrugging:: As I said, the morning after. ::making a noise:: What morning after? There was nothing to *have* an after, that's what he was upset about. ::shakes her head:: Friday morning. <Xarroch> ::looks up at Lisl and laughs, then nods to Kevil:: She is a very good hunting partner. <Lisl> ::glances from Kevil to Jaret:: I think you've got a few inches on him already, m'lord. ::grinning at Jaret:: * Jaret looks momentarily askance at the 'height' reference, but shrugs it off. <Michelle> Damn, damn, damn. * Meghan nods to Gloss looking a bit less concerned <Lisl> ::turning to Xarroch and sweeping him nearly as elegant a bow as one of Kevil's:: As, my friend, are you. <Michelle> I'll be back, I need to go check on something. ::Michelle heads out the door, grabbing her staff as she does so.:: * Meghan touches Gloss's hand lightly with her own. <Meghan> If you need to talk just let me know. We can have lunch or something <Kevil> ::laughs:: * Xarroch looks at Jaret and Kevil's heights and Lisl's bow, and looks a tad confused, but shrugs <Glossaria> ::nodding:: I'd like that. I just... well, you remember when I said he confused me? I think I'm more confused than ever now... but... well, at least I have an idea for becoming *less* confused. <Meghan> And what's that? <Xarroch> ::watches Michelle depart with interest:: What is bothering her? <Kevil> You are the Lisl that Zoya has told me so much about? ::he hits himself lightly in the forehead:: My terrible memory. But of course I must stand in awe of your prowess! * Nacheyla sniggers, looking at Lisl and the bard. <Glossaria> Well, I said I didn't know much about being in love... so... ::grimly:: Practice, practice, practice. ::softly:: It's what I'm good at, after all. <Jaret> I think Michelle just has a few pots on the stove, metaphorically speaking, Xarroch. <Xarroch> ::grins at Glossaria:: All of you still confuse me. * Meghan nods <Xarroch> ::nods to Jaret:: And that means...? She forgot something? <Meghan> I'll find you this week and we can talk <Meghan> Ok? * Lisl raises an eyebrow, looking at Zoya again. "Prowess?" (She loads the word with meaning.) * Meghan stands <Glossaria> ::nods glumly:: Mistress Nacheyla, could I have another glass of wine, please? * Zoya looks at Lisl perfectly innocently. "Of course I told Kevil what a warrior you are, Lisl. He had out of me practically every moment of that mess last year." <Nacheyla> Sure thing. ::hops down and pours another glass:: Here you are... ::smiles brightly:: * Meghan smiles at Gloss before heading out after Michelle <Xarroch> ::slaps Glossaria on the back:: You should not worry about your boy, worm girl. He seems only interested in breeding with you. ::trying to sound reassuring:: <Lisl> Oh. Is *that* all? ::shakes her head:: My fame spreads far and wide, hunh? * Kevil is momentarily distracted, watching Meghan leave. <Glossaria> ::darkly:: Exactly. Nacheyla? Where is that-- ah, thank you. ::taking her glass and emptying half of it:: <Zoya> I suppose so. ::smiles at Lisl and shakes her head slightly while Kevil is distracted:: * Nacheyla climbs back on her stool and fidgets. * Zoya glances at Gloss and frowns slightly, holding her peace with obvious effort. <Lisl> ::sighs:: Perhaps Mother had it right. A little cabin, alllll the way in the woods, no one to bother you, turn them to chipmunks if they do.... <Nacheyla> Chipmunks are cute! ::enthusiastically:: <Lisl> ::rolls her eyes:: <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow and considers GLossaria:: And this upsets you? When he and Meghan were at my home, he was mostly interested in returning to you. This is bad? * Kevil turns back to Lisl. "Your fame? Why should it not spread, Lady? I understand that your sense of justice is well in keeping with your strong arm!" <Xarroch> Chipmunks? Is that something you would then hunt? ::grins at Lisl:: <Glossaria> Well... it's... it's more *why* he wanted to return to me, Xarroch. I think... perhaps, maybe, it was for the wrong reasons.... * Nacheyla looks over at Gloss, frowning. <Lisl> ::shortly:: I'm not a celebrity-monger, Master Kevil. I just do what anyone with a conscience and the ability to back it up would do. <Nacheyla> I definitely missed something, I think. Last time I was here, you had to use a crowbar to pry the two of them apart. <Xarroch> ::sniffs at the wine Gloss is drinking and makes a face:: What would be the correct reasons, then? What do you want? And what is it you think he wants? <Lisl> Not *now*, Xarroch. <Kevil> ::almost seriously:: All the more reason, Lady, to spread word. Too few are there who have the conscience, and too few with conscience have the ability. Those such as yourselves, who might be... role-models, are as rare as diamonds, and more precious than water in the desert. <Glossaria> Well... if I'm going to marry him, I want it to be because I *love* him, not because... well... ::propping her head on her chin:: Anyway, he made it pretty clear what he wanted after the party. * Zoya looks over at Gloss, suddenly very concerned. She mutters a quiet, "Excuse me," to Lisl and Kevil, and moves over to sit at the table beside her apprentice. "Glossaria?" <Lisl> ::taking a long draught of 'kick:: Oh? And what if we're not perfect role models? What if we're more comfortable left to ourselves? <Xarroch> ::chuckles a little:: I still do not know of what you speak. I was not there after the party. <Glossaria> ::looking up, glancing down into her wine cup, and pushing it away:: Yes, Mistress? <Xarroch> ::to Lisl:: What should it matter if a few fawn over you? Such are usually frightened away easily if they become a nuisance. And at times such hangers on can be useful. <Kevil> ::grins:: Know you any perfect role models, my lady? ::more seriously:: It is because you do not seek fame that you are a better model of what is... good. <Zoya> Glossaria, what's bothering you? ::She lays a hand on Glossaria's arm.:: <Lisl> ::chuckling darkly:: I have yet to see a less-than-perfect role model vaunted about in bard's tales. * Nacheyla squirms on her stool, her hands tucked under the seat, rocking the chair back and forth precariously. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head a little:: You humans and elves often make far too little sense. ::nods to Nacheyla:: More kick. ::motions to the mug:: * Nacheyla climbs off her stool and gets another mug of mulekick, slopping a little onto the bar where it rapidly eats three small holes into the bartop. "Oh, damn." <Glossaria> I... oh, Mistress, I'm beginning to think I made a... rash decision, with Vallel. I just... I should know more, before I commit to him, I think. * Jaret sits and quietly drinks some of his wine. <Kevil> ::laughs:: Do you? There are many such - tragic flaws, after all, are very interesting. But even the perfect tale is not flesh, is not something that a person of sense can... aspire to. <Lisl> ::glancing into her empty mug:: I could do with a refill here, too, Nach. * Xarroch wipes up the spilled kick with his hands and ignores the burning to lick it from his fingers <Zoya> Ah, I see. ::she pauses to think:: And what is causing this... crisis of confidence? * Nacheyla gets another mug of mulekick for Lisl, carrying it with exaggerated care. She looks at the bartop with the holes in it and frowns. "Sheesh, Rhys is going to kill me." <Lisl> Tragic flaws. Heh. They sound very pretty on paper, Master Kevil, but they're a bitch to live with. <Lisl> ::grins at Nacheyla:: Nah, that would be child abuse. * Nacheyla gives Lisl a nice wet raspberry, then walks into the kitchen. <Lisl> *Rude* child, isn't she? ::grinning:: <Kevil> ::laughs softly:: I know, believe me. But bards make no money singing about ordinary and everyday. Bard's tales are for... dreaming. Heroes, if you will forgive the word, Lady, are for real life. <Xarroch> ::looks at the holes in the bar and mutters:: That would seem a bit extreme for so little damage. You should at least destroy at least a third before slaying someone for incompetence... * Xarroch shrugs and gulps down the kick, then sets the mug back on the bar <Glossaria> Well, after the party, I took Vallel home. He was still... weak, from his wound, and I was so frightened for him. I just... I thought I could just, you know, keep an eye on him as he slept, to make sure he was alright. But he... he didn't want to. Just sleep, I mean. <Glossaria> And, well, he said some things, later, that... got me thinking more about what we've committed to. * Nacheyla comes back out from the kitchen with something that looks suspiciously like chocolate frosting and proceeds to fill the holes with it. <Xarroch> You mean he wanted to breed with you, then? I thought you both enjoyed that? * Zoya lifts an eyebrow. "Like what, Glossaria?" <Lisl> Ah, but who spreads heroes' tales? Bards. You see the problem? * Jaret drains his wine and stands. "I should be going. Good night to all of you!" <Glossaria> ::nodding miserably:: Yes, he did. But, well, I didn't want to. And he asked me what he thought our relationship was for, anyway. <Xarroch> ::nods to Jaret:: Hello. <Lisl> ::glancing at the window with surprise:: So early, Jaret? <Kevil> ::considers:: Would you have me abandon my art, lady? Offer up to eager ears poems filled with the meat and stink of what is true? <Nacheyla> ::blinks over at Glossaria suddenly:: <Jaret> Yes, so early. I've had a busy time of it lately. <Nacheyla> Good night, Jaret... ::smiles at him, then looks back over at Gloss:: * Xarroch pokes his finger at the stuff in one of the holes, and tastes it, then scrapes out a bit more and eats it. * Jaret leaves the Hall. <Lisl> ::arching an eyebrow:: You'd rather lie about it? <Nacheyla> Hey! ::slaps at Xarroch's hand:: <Zoya> ::both eyebrows go up:: Well, yes, that does sound rather... rude on his part. Do you think perhaps he might just have been... still in shock, perhaps? He did nearly die, from what you've said. <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Nacheyla:: It tastes like the "sweets" you brought out earlier. <Glossaria> Well... yes, but... he never even came back later to apologize! He *always* apologizes when he does something stupid! * Xarroch scrapes out and eats some more of the frosting <Nacheyla> Yes, I know it does... but I'm going to use it to fix the bar... ::dips out a spoonful and hands it to Xarroch:: You can lick the bowl when I'm done, if you want. <Lisl> ::grins at Xarroch and Nacheyla:: I think you'd be better off using wood putty. There's some under the counter, over there, if it hasn't all dried up already. ::pointing to the far end of the bar:: * Xarroch grins a little and takes the spoon to lick... when he hands it back it looks a bit worse for wear <Nacheyla> Is there? ::looks under the counter:: <Lisl> Hey, I *did* used to work here, after all. And who did you think put most of the holes in the bar in the first place? <Kevil> ::sighs:: My lady, I might wish the world were not as it is. And then I could spend my time singing to court pretty ladies, d'va? But the world is what it is. I flatter myself to think that my pretty lies serve, at least occasionally, to inspire people to behave better to each other. <Nacheyla> ::pops her head up:: You did? <Xarroch> ::looks over at Glossaria:: You say he has not come back to apologize? Has anyone seen him since he left? No one here claims to have. <Lisl> And the truth doesn't inspire? Too messy for you, is it? <Zoya> ::frowns:: He hasn't come back? At *all*? <Xarroch> ::chuckles at Lisl:: And why were you making holes in the bar? <Lisl> ::glancing at Nach with a grin:: Give the little lady a gold star! Oh, wait, she already has one. <Xarroch> It's more yellow. And tasty looking. ::grins a little:: <Glossaria> Not to me. ::sniffing:: He said something about going to find someone who *would* put out for him, if I wouldn't. Maybe you should check the brothels. <Nacheyla> ::stares over at Gloss:: He didn't really? <Glossaria> ::nodding miserably, pulling her glass to her again, and taking a long swallow:: <Xarroch> How long has it been since this party? Would not the boy have to return to someone's home eventually? <Kevil> ::smiles tiredly at Lisl:: If Zoya told you who I am - and I surmise that she has - then you know I have not flinched away from the messy truth. But, as I said: I am a bard. My voice and my ear are my talents, and I have no others. Those who want to hear about the messy truth are... few and far between, d'va? I must live somehow. I try, at least, to keep a kernel of truth in my lies, for those who swallow them. <Glossaria> ::bitterly:: Oh, no. There are places on the Street of Baths that rent by the week.... <Xarroch> And precisely how goos is he at truly taking care of himself? Perhaps you should worry a bit more about his safety before you worry about motives? <Zoya> ::frowns:: Glossaria, I... ::she sighs:: The boy is an idiot. <Zoya> But I can't believe he would do such a thing. I can't believe he would *run away* from you like that. <Glossaria> ::nodding miserably and sniffing again:: That's why he gave me the dress... and then we got it all bloody... and I healed him and everything...::a tear sliding down her cheek:: <Glossaria> So...so ::sniff:: Maybe we need to do what we said. Just... see other people for a little while. After all, I ::sniff:: I have my research... ::putting her head down and crying:: * Zoya puts her arm around Glossaria and pulls her into a hug. <Xarroch> ::watches the tear with a bit of interest:: And you prefer to be unhappy than to do something about it? * Nacheyla looks concerned, then shrugs and starts filling in the holes in the bar with the wood putty. * Xarroch idly scrapes out some of the wood putty and tastes it. <Lisl> ::nodding to Kevil, shooting a look of concern in the direction of Gloss, but seeing Zoya has things well in hand:: You earn your bread, milord, and I earn mine. Just don't mind me if I don't happen to think they have much to do with each other. <Nacheyla> I don't think you'll like that quite as much. And you are really making it hard for me to fix this... <Xarroch> ::grins at Nacheyla:: It actually tastes better than the other stuff, but I will stop. <Nacheyla> ::reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small paper wrapped squashy thing:: Here, have one of these... <Glossaria> ::looking up and scrubbing a hand across her eyes to look at Xarroch:: Well, I *am* going to do something. I'm going to see other people. But until I do, pray allow me to be miserable if I want to. * Kevil half-smiles, also looking with concern in Gloss's direction. "As you wish, my lady. I wanted only to offer my... compliments." <Lisl> ::nodding, with a hint of a smile:: Compliments are fine. It's the flattery I don't like. <Xarroch> ::takes the item from Nacheyla and pops it in him mouth and chews on it absently, then nods at Glossaria:: Very well. I would think it would be better to take out your anger and frustration on him personally, but I do not understand how you do things. * Xarroch shrugs * Nacheyla looks at Xarroch. "Take the paper off first." * Zoya offers Glossaria a handkerchief fished from her sleeve. <Xarroch> Paper? ::keeps chewing and eventually swallows:: <Nacheyla> The wrapper, silly. ::pulls out another squashy package, unwraps it, and sticks it in her mouth:: <Glossaria> Thank you. ::takes the handkerchief and blows her nose loudly, wadding it up to wipe her eyes. She smiles at Zoya somewhat waterly:: Mine has holes. I keep forgetting and chewing it. <Glossaria> ::sniffs:: Mistress Nacheyla... could I have that paper? Please? <Xarroch> Why would you wrap your food? * Nacheyla hands over the wrapper. "Sure thing. Are you going to be alright?" <Zoya> ::smiles gently:: Yes. I know. ::pause:: Glossaria... I know this seems terrible, but... but... Look at it as a learning experience. <Glossaria> ::takes the wrapper and pops it into her mouth, chewing:: Mm. Sweet. Waxy, though. I'll be okay, I think. <Glossaria> ::nods agreement:: Oh, I do, Mistress, and that's the one thing that *doesn't* make this terrible. I have so much to learn, still, and I've been...::her lip quivers a moment, and firms again:: I've been spending so much time on Vallel.... <Nacheyla> It keeps it from sticking to all the other interesting things in your pockets. ::pulls out a handful of stuff, including one very dried dead frog, a rubber ball, a few jacks, and some pocket lint:: <Lisl> ::frowning:: You eat dried frogs? <Nacheyla> ::looks surprised:: No... I just thought he was sort of interesting looking. Don't you think so? <Xarroch> ::pulls some things from his pocket, some decidedly unrecognizably organic:: Hmm. I suppose that might be a reasonable reason. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: Was he alive when you caught him? <Xarroch> ::ponders for a moment and looks over at Lisl:: Would you be interested in a bit of hunting later? * Zoya touches Glossaria's cheek. "Ah, well... Whether you resolve your differences with him or not, you'll have grown." <Nacheyla> Well, he was for a while. But then ::frowns:: I got in a bit of a pushy pushy and he got sort of squashed. <Lisl> ::putting down her mug:: Mm... now that's an idea. The deer have been getting fat and lazy, I'm sure. Have you cured yourself of uprooting trees, yet? <Lisl> A "pushy pushy", Nach? <Lisl> Don't tell me you've reverted to the vocabulary of a ten-year-old, too? <Xarroch> ::grins a little:: I will try to stop, but it does seem to make sense to take the direct route to the prey. ::grins:: <Nacheyla> You know... ::grins:: not really a fight, just sort of shoving at each other. <Glossaria> ::nods:: All the same... ::looking wistful:: I rather hope they can be resolved. He's an idiot, but I still love him. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Takes all the fun out of it. I bet you never bothered trying to hide in hide-and-seek games either, did you? <Lisl> "shoving at each other"? ::pushing her stool back, and examining Nach with her hands on her hips:: Young lady, have you been getting into a schoolyard brawl? * Zoya glances up at Nach, and mutters. "I guess I need to get to work on that right quickly." <Nacheyla> ::nods proudly:: Yup. <Xarroch> Hide and seek? Sounds like an old hunting game I used to play... ::looks a little nostalgic:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head and grins:: Well, did you win? <Nacheyla> ::grins widely:: Yup. <Lisl> That's my girl, then. ::grinning back:: * Zoya smiles at Gloss. "I'm sure it will all turn out right." <Lisl> ::glancing at Kevil:: Still think I'm a good role model? * Nacheyla climbs up onto the bartop and shows off a lovely bruise along her upper leg. "He's got a nice black eye." <Kevil> ::grins:: There are role models, and role models. <Lisl> ::scowls:: I'm going to have to start sacrificing babies to get rid of you, won't I? Hey! I'm friends with a demon, does that count? ::slinging her arm as high as she can reach towards Xarroch's shoulders:: <Xarroch> ::looks at the bruise:: Would you like me to heal that for you? <Lisl> Tsk tsk, Xarroch, battle scars. Let the girl have her fun. * Xarroch grins down at Lisl <Nacheyla> ::looks at Xarroch, moderately offended:: No! * Xarroch grins and nods approvingly. * Kevil raises an eyebrow in a gesture astonishingly like Zoya's. "Sacrificing babies? I assure you, Lady, if you wish to be rid of me, I will be happy to bow gracefully out before such drastic measures become necessary." * Glossaria takes another sip of her wine, more circumspectly, this time. <Nacheyla> ::whispers to Lisl:: Boy cooties, right? <Lisl> ::chuckles:: <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Nacheyla:: Boy cooties? From whom? <Xarroch> Cooties? * Nacheyla points at Kevil. * Lisl looks at Nacheyla for a long moment, and then at Kevil, and back to Nacheyla. Suddenly, she starts laughing. Loudly. * Kevil looks at Lisl with some surprise. * Xarroch looks at Lisl oddly * Zoya turns around to glance at Lisl. <Lisl> Cooties! Ha ha ha.... ::pointing at Kevil ineffectually as she doubles over laughing again:: * Zoya starts laughing. * Kevil looks confused, then looks helplessly at Glossaria. "This is... not a word we have covered is it?" * Glossaria turns to look at Lisl, and smiles a little, unsure of the joke. <Xarroch> ::grins and looks a little puzzled:: At least it is a more cheerful sound <Glossaria> Word? I'm sorry, Master Kevil, what word? <Xarroch> "Cooties" <Lisl> Heh... cooties! ::the sound of it sets her off again:: <Kevil> Cooties? <Glossaria> Cooties? ::blinking a moment and cocking her head before shaking it puzzledly:: It must be a form of local slang I haven't yet encountered. <Xarroch> Apparently it is a very amusing word. ::shrugs and allows a hint of a smile:: <Glossaria> ::turning to Zoya:: Mistress Zoya, do you know what "cooties" refers to? * Nacheyla giggles, covering her mouth with both hands and leaning alarmingly backwards off the bar. * Zoya laughs again. * Xarroch snags Nacheyla carefully with a finger and steadies her a bit <Zoya> It's... ::she chortles:: It's a bit of... children's slang, meant to... ::swallows another giggle:: confer a sense of distaste. Generally applied cross-gender. * Nacheyla giggles some more. <Lisl> ::settling down a little, still chuckling, and taking a deep draught of 'kick.:: No, Nach, it's not cooties. ::cocking her head, eyes still gleaming:: tho' no one ever said anything about growing out of them.... ::chuckling:: gods above.... <Xarroch> I see... ::clearly not seeing, he shakes his head a little:: * Kevil laughs at the explanation. <Glossaria> ::nodding thoughtfully:: So... an early form of teasing? Pretending the other sex is repulsive to mask one's attraction? <Nacheyla> Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! <Glossaria> ::raising an eyebrow:: What did I say? <Zoya> ::laughs:: Well, early on it might even be actual repulsion. <Nacheyla> Boys are *not* attractive. <Glossaria> ::wrinkling her eyebrows:: Really? But... why? * Zoya laughs again, then checks the time. "I'll explain later." * Xarroch shrugs at Glossaria <Glossaria> ::nodding and turning to Nacheyla:: Do you truly find men... boys repulsive? I thought you enjoyed sex, as well, as your older self? <Xarroch> Ever time I feel like I have learned something more, still other odd things reveal themselves. * Nacheyla frowns a moment, then her eyes seem to age a bit. <Lisl> ::giggling again, her eyes sparkling at Nach:: yes, *do* tell how you feel about boys. ::glancing slyly at Kevil:: <Nacheyla> I can't seem to help it, actually. Form dictates thought. <Lisl> ::coughing:: I wouldn't know anything about that. * Zoya stands and collects her book from the bar. "Come on, apprentice. If she's reverted that much, she needs her sleep." She grins at Nacheyla. "*Do* drop by the Tower tomorrow..." <Xarroch> ::grins:: Then why do I have so much trouble trying to understand humans? ::gestures at his body:: * Nacheyla gives Lisl a sly look. "Oh, *really*?" * Kevil smiles. "You think, Lady, to drive me back with the scorn of a child?" He grins, and strikes a dramatic pose. "Ah! Wound mortal, do bleed upon her earth!" He laughs. "Thus shunned, I depart." * Xarroch chuckles and looks a little thoughtful <Glossaria> ::shrugs at Xarroch:: I don't think it's all form, honestly. Upbringing seems to play a role as well. Coming, Mistress! <Xarroch> ::nods to Glossaria and offers a bit of s smile:: Try not to be too miserable. <Lisl> ::wrinkling her nose at Nach:: Now now, no telling tales out of school! <Nacheyla> Not me! ::shakes her head furiously:: I didn't say a thing! <Glossaria> ::nodding:: I'll try. ::cocking her head at Xarroch:: If... if I wanted, would you... help? <Lisl> ::glancing sidelong at Kevil:: Aye, and let's keep it that way. <Xarroch> ::nods:: I do count you as a friend. I will be glad to help you if I can. ::grins:: <Glossaria> ::biting her lip:: Well... ::glancing around:: I'll talk with you later, if I may, Xarroch? <Xarroch> ::nods:: Certainly. <Glossaria> ::smiling:: Thank you. Good night! * Glossaria follows her mistress out. * Kevil rises and bows solemnly to Nach. "My Lady. It was my pleasure to meet you. I shall not advance my... 'cooties' upon you." <Lisl> ::frowning at Gloss's back:: Now what's that girl up to? <Lisl> ::coughs to cover a chuckle:: <Kevil> ::bowing to Xarroch:: My honor, sir, once again. <Nacheyla> ::grins and nods:: Come back in a few days, when I'm a bit older. We'll talk then. <Xarroch> ::grins a little:: I think she is perhaps even more confused than I am. * Nacheyla curls her legs under her and wraps her arms around her knees. <Lisl> That's what worries me, Xarroch. Be good to her, would you? <Xarroch> ::chuckles and nods at Kevil:: And to you. * Kevil sweeps a gloriously beautiful bow toward Lisl. "My Lady. Keeping the... 'cooties' of flattery away from you, will you accept that it has been my pleasure to make your acquaintance?" <Xarroch> ::gives Lisl an odd look:: Why would I not? <Lisl> ::chuckling at Kevil:: It's not a very flexible word, m'lord, and rarely used off the schoolyard. ::glancing at Nach:: But indeed, it has been an... education to meet you. You're staying long? * Xarroch goes through the assorted junk in his pocket and drops a couple of battered gold coins with odd script on the bar <Lisl> I... ::shaking her head:: I'm not saying you wouldn't, Xarroch. Just... <Xarroch> Just what? <Lisl> ::frowning again at the door:: I'm bearing in mind what she was up to the *last* time she engaged in "research," and... ::sighs:: Never mind. ::waving a hand:: G'night, friend. Hunt tomorrow night? The moon will be out. <Kevil> ::grins at her:: But was it not yourself, Lady, who said that one might not grow beyond the word? But. As you say: I am corrected. I believe I shall stay for some few weeks, at least. Shall I look forward to our next meeting with joy, or trepidation? <Lisl> ::grin:: Make me happy, and say a little bit of both. <Lisl> I don't like to think I'm *that* predictable. Although, with Zoya to advise you... * Lisl grins. <Xarroch> ::grins a little:: I know something about protecting those that have too little real experience. ::slaps Lisl on the shoulder and smiles:: Tomorrow, then. ::flings open the door and squeezes out:: <Kevil> ::hamming shamelessly:: But of course, Lady, whatever doth thou desire must of course be my natural command: The joy of terror, or perhaps the terror of joy, awaits our next meeting. ::he grins, and leaves before she can throw anything at him.:: * Lisl puts her elbow on the bar and her head in her hand, and laughs again. * Nacheyla looks after Kevil. "He's weird." <Lisl> Ahhh, men. Can't live with 'em, can't drop 'em down wells. Well, you could, but they'd yell a lot. * Nacheyla grins at Lisl. <Nacheyla> Can I come hunting with you and Xarroch? <Lisl> Ahhh... ::eyeing Nach's tiny frame:: Maybe after you've seen Zoya. <Nacheyla> Hey, just because I'm acting like a child and look like a child doesn't really mean anything. I still know everything that I knew before. <Lisl> Yes, but... you still have the reflexes of a child, and the tendency to think like one. And I don't know about Xarroch, but I, for one, am a *horrible* babysitter. * Nacheyla pouts a bit, then grins. <Lisl> ::holding up a finger:: And no following us, either. <Nacheyla> We'll see what Zoya can do. I'd like to be a bit older... maybe nineteen or so. <Lisl> ::grinning:: that'd do. ::yawning hugely:: And *I*... old person that I am... should go to bed. I had a hard ride back here, and I'm still a little saddle-sore. * Nacheyla looks at her, suddenly somewhat shy. <Nacheyla> Do you... do you think you could stay at my house tonight? <Lisl> ::looking a little surprised:: Well... I suppose, if you'd like. Don't want to be alone? <Nacheyla> ::blushes and ducks her head behind her knees:: I'm... ::whispers:: afraid of the dark. * Lisl catches her mug starting to sneak off, and picks it up to finish off the remainder of the 'kick. <Lisl> With what you've seen... frankly, I don't blame you. Heh. Nature vs. nurture, indeed. * Nacheyla hops down from the bar and takes Lisl's hand. "Thanks." <Lisl> ::smiles:: What are friends for? ::going down on one knee to be more or less eye-level with Nacheyla:: Don't worry. They're not going to get you while I'm on watch. * Nacheyla looks up at Lisl with something like hero-worship and adoration. * Nacheyla smiles and hugs Lisl around the neck. <Lisl> Aww, stop it, you're gonna make me blush. ::Tousling Nach's hair with a grin:: You're such a cute kid. What the heck happened? ::grinning broadly:: <Nacheyla> :;grins:: Boy cooties... <Nacheyla> I've been married like seven times now, you know... <Lisl> ::laughing again:: Ack. The wisdom of youth.... <Lisl> So... ready to go, kiddo? * Nacheyla waves her hand and the lights in the Hall dim. "Sure! Do you think we could get an ice-cream on the way over?" <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Sure, why not. You're only young.. well, seven times, apparently. ::grinning:: <Lisl> ::holding out her hand:: C'mon. Triple chocolate scoop. My treat. * Nacheyla grabs Lisl's hand. "Yay!" They leave the Hall. |
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