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* Lisl strides through the early morning fog, whistling softly under her breath. She's dressed in her usual suedes, and over her shoulder she carries a brace of swords wrapped in oilcloth. * Nacheyla trails along behind Lisl in her eleven-year-old form. She's chasing a small frog down the middle of the street. * Lisl grins, and looks up at the image of a faded greyish-purplish dragon curled up as if sleeping at the top of a sign. "Dragon's Den, right?" <Nacheyla> ::catches the frog:: Uh-huh! * Lisl nods, and strides into the main room. After inquiring with a surprised-looking barmaid, she heads upstairs and knocks on a door. * Nacheyla grins as she slips the frog into the barmaid's apron pocket. * Kevil opens the door after a few long moments. He's wearing a loosely tied bedrobe, his hair is loose and mussed, and his eyes only half-open. "Mmm?" he grunts, then opens his eyes wider as he recognizes his visitors. "L- Lady!" He pushes the hair from his face. "To what do I owe the honor?" <Nacheyla> Hey, Uncle Kevil! ::dashes over and gives him a quick squeeze around the middle:: <Lisl> Nach, don't *think* I didn't see that. 'Morning, Master Kevil. You said you wanted to spar? * Lisl stands at her ease, her hand hanging loosely over the swords on her shoulder. <Nacheyla> ::blinks in confusion:: Well, if you didn't see it, I'm not worried about it. <Kevil> ::half-smiles and lays a hand on Nacheyla's hair for a moment before looking back up at Lisl, startled:: I did, didn't I? May I beg a few moments' grace, to clothe myself and more fully awaken? * Nacheyla peeks into Kevil's room. "Wow! You're not half as messy as I would have thought." * Lisl nods and gestures with her free hand, grinning. <Kevil> ::grins at Nach:: Thank you, I think. ::he looks back up:: If you'd care to wait downstairs? I'm sure they'd be happy to provide you with tea or breakfast. I'll be only a few minutes. * Nacheyla nods, then slides down the banister, landing with a thump in the common room. <Lisl> If you'd prefer. ::shrugging:: Nach? ::turning to head downstairs:: <Kevil> ::carefully closes the door, shaking his head in surprise:: <Lisl> ::grins at Nach:: I guess he's not a morning person. * Nacheyla shrugs, turning a handstand near the bottom of the stairs. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: All your age goes straight into nervous energy when you do that, doesn't it? <Nacheyla> Hey, I'm not much of a morning person either, when I'm a growed up. * Kevil comes down the stairs after fifteen minutes or so, simply dressed in loose work pants and a plain tunic. His hair is damp and his face slightly reddened by scrubbing. He is barefoot and has a towel slung over one shoulder. "I hope I did not keep you waiting overlong." He smiles at Lisl. "Where would you care to dance, Lady?" <Lisl> ::cocking her head:: Sure you don't need breakfast or something? I didn't intend to catch you so off-guard. <Kevil> Eat? Before sparring? ::he looks vaguely ill:: I'll wait until we're done. But thank you. <Nacheyla> ::shakes her head:: I had a pastry earlier... ::she flips right-side up:: <Kevil> ::smiles at Nach:: A pastry? For *breakfast*? <Lisl> ::shrugs:: Suit yourself. ::leading the way outside:: It looked to me like the back courtyard has been used for practice before. That would do, unless you'd rather go elsewhere. <Kevil> ::nods:: That would be fine. <Lisl> ::grins:: And if you're offended at a pastry, I won't tell you what *I* had for breakfast. <Nacheyla> ::trots up alongside Kevil:: I'm just here to make sure you don't actually hurt each other... and I like pastries! <Kevil> ::chuckles:: Ah, I see. A very important job. <Lisl> ::grins, showing teeth:: More important than you'd think. <Kevil> Perhaps. * Kevil does a few stretches to loosen up quickly, then faces Lisl. "Your pleasure, then, Lady?" * Nacheyla finds a comfortable seat somewhere out of trampling range and sits down, cross-legged. A shrill shriek from inside the Dragon's Den, followed by a crash of pottery, alerts the combatants that the frog has been found. <Kevil> ::glances back at the Den:: What on earth... * Lisl raises an eyebrow as she drops her bundle without ceremony, spreading out a selection of swords of many styles and weights. "I tried to pick things appropriate to your reach and weight, but I wasn't quite sure what you'd want." She picks up an ornately-etched bated fencing foil and offers it to Kevil with a questioning eyebrow. * Nacheyla studies her fingers with perfect innocence. <Lisl> ::gives Nach a mock-glare:: Unexpected rain of frogs. Don't worry about it. <Nacheyla> Frog... one frog... * Kevil looks down at the foil, then back up at Lisl, obviously amused. "You *do* have a low opinion of me." He looks over the selection. "Do you want to know how I am with a blade, or in general?" <Kevil> ::glances at Nach and chuckles:: <Lisl> ::grins:: I don't particularly care *how* you are. You wanted exercise. Here I am. <Kevil> Ah. Forgive me, Lady, I am uncommonly muddled this morning. In that case, I would prefer to fight weaponless. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: You'd rather wrestle? Or box? <Lisl> You didn't strike me as the wrestler type. ::dryly:: Of course, my opinion of you is apparently completely wrong anyway, so I don't know why I should be surprised anymore.... <Kevil> ::he shakes his head:: Neither. In my tongue it is called... ::he pauses, considering possible translations:: Sand-dancing? ::he shrugs, then grins at her acerbic comment:: Perhaps your opinion is entirely correct, and I should merely give over to my doubtless evil hidden nature? <Lisl> ::frowning:: Don't mock me. I'm *trying* to give you the benefit of the doubt. <Lisl> Hm. ::considering:: A form of street-fighting, maybe? <Kevil> ::sobers somewhat:: My apologies. In any case, it will be sufficient if you to choose whatever weapon you wish to work with. I hope you will not be offended if I assume you are the superior fighter? In which case I will ask you to attack and allow me to defend, to begin? <Kevil> ::grins:: That is closer, though my mother - who taught me - was a ranger. <Lisl> Hm. If you're not wielding, neither will I. ::removing her suede jerkin and tossing it over to Nacheyla:: Watch that for me? And I *know* what's supposed to be in the pockets, scamp! <Kevil> ::grins at Nacheyla and tosses his towel in her general direction:: * Lisl rolls up her sleeves, pacing a circle, keeping considering eyes on Kevil, sizing him up. * Nacheyla mutters to herself about not being a clothes hamper... * Kevil steps sideways around the circle Lisl is defining, watching her across the open space. * Lisl paces a moment longer, and launches herself at Kevil suddenly, shifting her point of balance down and to one side as she closes, rolling a punch off her shoulder at his torso. * Nacheyla stops rummaging through Lisl's pockets to watch the fight. * Kevil ducks under the punch and immediately counterattacks with a hand-jab toward her throat. * Lisl twists to one side, sacrificing a rake across the side of her neck to hook her right foot between his legs and trip him backwards. * Nacheyla puts one hand over her mouth, looking startled. * Kevil accepts the fall, but tightens his legs so Lisl's foot can't escape. As he hits the ground, he rolls, pulling her with him. * Lisl drops with him, a fierce grin on her face. She pulls in her elbow at the last moment so that her shoulder instead of the sharp point of her elbow lands in his midriff. <Nacheyla> Ow! * Kevil twists out of the way of her elbow/shoulder, catching it on his ribs instead. He grunts with the impact, then twists again to land on his feet. He stands in a half-crouch on the balls of his feet, waiting for Lisl to come at him again. * Lisl rolls and reverse-flips back to her feet, her eyes alight with glee. She circles to the left, crouched and watching. * Kevil matches Lisl's circle, remaining fairly low. His face is serious, his eyes locked on hers. * Lisl leaps forward again, leading with her elbow as she feints right before snapping out her arm to the left, swinging for a backhanded strike to the head. * Kevil grabs Lisl's arm by the elbow just as her blow lands, softening it considerably, and throws himself downward, tossing her over his shoulder. (Though he pulls just before he lets her go, dropping her rather than throwing her to the ground.) * Nacheyla stands up, jittering back and forth, wringing her hands. <Lisl> Ah, ah, ah! ::taking advantage of the pull, she snaps her back around, twisting fully to her side and hooking her knee around Kevil's neck as he drops her over his back. "You should have gotten rid of me when you had the chance." * Nacheyla frowns, reaching into her vest pocket. * Lisl brings her other leg up straight in a scissor-motion, trapping Kevil's neck between her legs. * Kevil stands to his full height, dangling Lisl off his back, and almost gently places one hand on her shin. "I do not wish to actually break your leg to drop you, Lady. Would you like to reconsider?" * Lisl shifts her position slightly, her straight leg forcing his head to one side. "And I don't actually wish to break your neck, though I could, from here." She slips free her hold, dropping to the ground and rolling back up to her feet. "Go again?" * Nacheyla frets around in a little circle. <Lisl> ::she grins, in a ready crouch:: Just tell me if you tire. I could go at this all day. * Kevil smiles slightly and bows formally. "If you wish. I cannot claim to keep up my fighting trim all day, but am certainly good for an hour." <Lisl> Heh. Just tell me when you've had enough. I'm not trying to wear you out, here. * Kevil nods. "I appreciate the workout. It has been over a year since I have faced another barehanded opponent. It is good to keep in practice." <Lisl> It's been... much longer than that, for me. I don't normally fight barehanded... not like this, anyway. * Kevil smiles again. "Well, then - a benefit for us both." <Lisl> ::nods, with a faint grin:: More of a lover than a fighter, are you? ::readying herself again, starting to circle, eyes intent on Kevil:: <Kevil> ::laughs shortly as he also begins to circle:: A thing I am happy to admit, yes. * Nacheyla paces around, chewing on her thumbnail. <Lisl> I'm surprised you don't have to stay in shape just to defend yourself from angry husbands. ::feints, pulls back, and starts circling the other direction:: <Kevil> ::ducks the feint:: Or wives, yes... It has happened before that simple courtesies have been misunderstood, but not so often as that. Or is it that you believe I am entirely honorless? <Lisl> Well, that's the problem, isn't it? From what you say, I don't know. ::launches a roundhouse kick at about his middle:: * Nacheyla sits down again, tucking her knees up to her chin, clasping her hands across her calves, looking concerned. <Kevil> Granted. ::catches her foot, attempting to yank her off balance:: <Lisl> ::pushes off with the other foot, using his grab as a point of balance to spin and kick up with the other foot:: I know that not all codes of honor are the same. <Kevil> ::releases her foot, ducking nimbly under her kick:: That much is certain. I do try not to violate another's honor, if I can comprehend it. <Lisl> ::arches her back, using her hands to cushion her landing and turning a controlled fall into a handspring, recovering her feet and spinning quickly to face her opponent again:: * Nacheyla applauds Lisl's acrobatics, grinning delightedly. <Lisl> Now from El, and Nach... ::grinning and sketching a comical bow to where Nach sits on the edge of the fighting area:: I'm willing to believe that you have some honor. <Kevil> ::Just as Lisl is spinning back to face him, Kevil launches into a spring of his own, springboarding off Lisl's own shoulders to flip over her. He lands, grinning at her:: My thanks. <Kevil> ::nodnod:: <Nacheyla> Nacheyla cheers, jumping up and down like... well, like an overenthusiastic child. <Lisl> ::snorts:: Showoff. Don't thank me *yet.* <Lisl> ::steps in as Kevil recovers his feet, launching a series of rapid fire jabs and punches:: <Kevil> ::chuckles:: It's not strictly for showing off, Lady... I have used it to break necks... <Kevil> ::Kevil doesn't attempt to block Lisl's fury of attacks, but drops to the ground and rolls past her, taking a few hits on his back and legs, but managing to protect his softer parts.:: <Lisl> ::drops on top of the rolling Kevil, hard, grabbing an arm and snaking her own underneath it for a shoulder lock:: Why do you call me that? My name is Lisl. It's not *that* hard to pronounce. <Kevil> ::Kevil's free arm reaches up behind his neck, seeking Lisl's face or neck:: It is... ::coughs as he inhales some dust:: ...habit of my upbringing, I fear. The name alone is for only the unworthy or the intimate. <Lisl> ::leans her head back, depriving him of the hold, and grabs his free wrist as well, twisting the arm quickly behind him, but not applying pressure... yet.:: Ah. Alright, I can see that. Damn annoying, but I can see that. Yield? <Kevil> ::pauses a few moments, then relaxes and nods:: "Yield." <Lisl> ::nods and releases him, getting up from her knees and stepping back:: <Nacheyla> Nacheyla mutters something under her breath. <Lisl> ::cocks an ear at Nach:: What was that, scamp? <Nacheyla> Just wondering if you're feeling better... <Kevil> ::rolls into a sitting position and sits to re-tie his hair, which has come loose:: If you object to the title of "Lady", I would be happy to use another you find less objectionable. But I cannot quite bring myself to lose the habit altogether... I would feel my mothers' scolding from... even here. ::he smiles:: <Lisl> Feeling better? ::rotating her right arm:: I didn't dislocate it *that* badly. <Nacheyla> Not like that, silly... you've just been so angry the last few days... ::she skips over to join them:: <Nacheyla> Nacheyla hands Kevil his towel, grinning at him. <Kevil> ::takes the towel from Nach, smiling at her:: My thanks. <Lisl> ::looking at Kevil:: It's the use of titles in general that I object to. I just... I've never been one to stand on ceremony. And I've found in the past that people who put too much stock in titles generally don't deserve them. <Lisl> ::tousles Nach's hair:: I haven't been *angry*... ::looking at the ground, and grinning slightly:: Well, alright, *sometimes* I've been angry. But most of all I've just been... irritated. <Nacheyla> Yes, but you do more damage when you're irritated than most men can do in a towering fury... ::grins impishly:: * Lisl gives Nach a warning look, glancing sidelong at Kevil. <Kevil> ::wipes the dust and sweat from his face, nodding:: I understand. The titles can get in the way of things even for we who use them constantly - thus a proliferation of nicknames, which allow one to be familiar without being intimate... It need not be a *formal* title, however. <Kevil> ::laughs at Nach's comment:: That, I can well believe! <Nacheyla> Nacheyla blinks, then grins. "Well, at least you're better than Vallel, who can do more damage than most, even when he doesn't mean to." <Nacheyla> ::turns to Kevil:: How do you tell the difference? I mean, if you were to call me Nach, how would I know if you liked me or were holding me in contempt? <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Vallel's learning control. I got mine a long time ago. ::glancing at Kevil again:: If anything, I'm angry at myself for losing it over something so... <Kevil> ::grins at Nach:: Tone of voice usually suffices. Perhaps body language. You do not look at a viper with the same eyes you use for your lover, do you? <Lisl> ::coughs and grins:: That would all depend on how I was feeling about him at the time... <Kevil> ::laughs:: Ah, but then your lover knows from your tone whether you would prefer to kiss him or kill him, d'va? <Lisl> Hah. What if it's both? <Kevil> ::laughs again as he stands:: Lady Zoya has conveyed both desires to me at once on more than one occasion - very clearly, I might add. Perhaps you should ask her for a demonstration. <Lisl> ::coughing:: And then again, maybe not. Zoya and I are good friends. We don't have *that* kind of relationship. <Nacheyla> So ::reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small packet of squashy toffees:: Is anyone else hungry? <Lisl> ::bends down for her jerkin and fishes some venison jerky from an inner pocket:: Not for sweets, this early in the morning. <Kevil> ::looks startled:: I didn't think you did. But you are close - surely you have seen her laughing and angry all at once? I cannot be the *only* one able to provoke such a reaction. <Lisl> Heh. ::shortly:: No. Just teaching her to spar was enough for *that*. <Kevil> ::smiles at Nach:: Hunger, is it? Come back into the Den and help me break my fast, then. ::he grins:: But first wash your face. I find it hard to recall that you are a woman of great dignity, under such a mess. <Nacheyla> Nacheyla munches on a toffee. <Kevil> ::glances sharply at Lisl:: To spar? *ZOYA*? <Nacheyla> Noth beee' a ooman ::swallows:: I get to have a dirty face right now, I'm a child. It's axiomatic. <Lisl> ::grins:: Her? A woman of great dignity? ::chuckles:: Never. ::raises an eyebrow at Kevil's tone:: Yes. Is there something wrong with Zoya knowing how to spar? <Kevil> ::laughs:: Ah, well, but if you are to be a child, then you must endure adults telling you to wash your face and hands before you eat. This, also, is axiomatic. ::leads the way back toward the Den's common room:: <Nacheyla> ::just as they get to the door, a poor bewildered frog makes a break for freedom:: Dexter! <Lisl> ::shrugs into her jerkin and follows, leaving the unused swords in their neat little bundle, where they lay:: <Kevil> ::to Lisl:: Not a thing. You would not believe the arguments we had over it when I wished her to learn. I am only surprised you broke through her shield of excuses. <Nacheyla> ::grabbing Kevil's hand in her right hand and Lisl's in her left, she swings between the two adults:: Lisl doesn't take no for an answer. She's a real bully. <Kevil> ::laughs:: <Lisl> ::aggrieved tone:: I am not a bully! Besides, *she* asked *me*. And it's lucky she did, or Masato *would* have killed her.... <Kevil> ::As they enter the Den, Kevil calls over a waitress and asks for a pot of tea and assorted meats and cheeses for breakfast. Then he points toward the far corner:: Washbasin is in there, my Lady Nacheyla. ::he grins at her:: <Lisl> ::nods agreement with Kevil:: And if you don't, I'll clean your face the way I cleaned *my* kids' faces.... * Nacheyla looks over her shoulder, watching the frog hop under a bush, much relieved to not be scooped up again. "Oh, sure...." She goes into the washroom and there is much splashing to be heard. <Nacheyla> No spitting! <Kevil> ::to Lisl:: Ah, I believe I recall her telling me of this. I am glad to hear she changed her mind. And I thank you, if I may, for the service done my... my friend. <Kevil> ::chuckles as he watches Nach cross the room:: <Lisl> ::nodding:: She's my friend, too, after all. <Nacheyla> Nacheyla comes back to the table, her face mostly clean. "Don't you *dare* spit on your napkin and wipe it on me... that's nasty!" <Lisl> ::grins, a yellow glint in the depths of her eyes as she looks at Nach:: That's not how I cleaned *my* kids' faces, Nach. <Kevil> Of course. But that does not invalidate my gratitude. ::the tea arrives, along with three mugs, and he pours himself a mugful as he looks over Nach:: You missed a spot, but I suppose we can let it slide for now. Let's see the hands. ::he smiles at her:: <Nacheyla> ::shows Kevil her hands:: <Nacheyla> ::winks at Lisl:: Yeah, but Kevil's here, so I'm not worried about the other way. <Lisl> ::sticks her tongue out at Nach:: <Kevil> ::makes a great show of examining Nach's hands closely:: I suppose that's acceptable. Try a little harder in the ear area next time, though, yes? ::he signals the waitress, who brings not only the requested meat and cheese, but also some fried pastries:: * Nacheyla sits down, pulling a plate towards her and waiting, somewhat impatiently. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: I thought you said you'd never been a father. Practicing? <Kevil> ::grins at Lisl:: I have not, but I have been an uncle *many* times. ::he frowns briefly, thinking:: Thir- no, fourteen. <Lisl> ::cocking her head, studying him:: Do you want to be a father? I mean, not just fathering children, but staying around to help raise them? <Nacheyla> Nacheyla sighs and finally reaches for a piece of toast. "Well, if he wants practice, he can take care of Meghan's baby." <Kevil> ::An intense look of longing fills Kevil's eyes as he softly answers Lisl's question:: Yes. Yes, I do. ::he chuckles at Nach's comment:: I doubt that Lady Meghan will have need of assistance, living with so many... But I look forward to helping where I can. <Nacheyla> ::laughs, scooping jelly on her toast:: Yeah, but she wants *your* help. <Kevil> Does she? ::He wavers between looking pleased and concerned:: What about Lady Michelle? <Lisl> ::sits back in her chair:: Hunh. ::rubs the back of her neck, frowning slightly:: You do know you'd have to actually settle down to do that, don't you? <Nacheyla> ::nods, folding her toast and stuffing nearly half the piece into her mouth:: <Kevil> ::nods:: I am aware of that, yes. <Nacheyla> ::swallows, licking her fingers:: We has a housemates meeting last night... she wants to add you to our list of roomies... but we're gonna wait a while, since Sabbie's a little nervous about men. <Lisl> ::raises both eyebrows:: Hunh. ::shrugs and leans forward again, snagging a piece of toast and a couple of slices of ham and building a sandwich:: <Kevil> ::blinks at Nacheyla:: *Meghan* wants... ::he blinks again:: Who's Sabbie? <Lisl> ::makes a sound between a snort and a laugh:: Five women and one man? Quite a harem you'd have, Master Kevil. <Nacheyla> ::takes a few pieces of cheese:: She's our newest roomie... a street girl whose manager beat the hell out of her a few days ago... not nice of him... <Lisl> ::frowning:: El mentioned her... Sabrina, right? But... she said she didn't want our help...? <Nacheyla> I dunno... I wasn't there when Meg and Chellie brought her to the house... <Lisl> ::grinning a little:: "Chellie"? What's your nickname for Xarroch? <Nacheyla> Xar... ::stuffs her mouth full of cheese:: <Lisl> Ah, that isn't half as cutsey. Ah, well, can't win them all. <Kevil> ::laughs at Lisl's comment, but turns to Nach:: Oh, I believe Lady Meghan mentioned her to me. I haven't met her, yet. And Mistress Temire only once, at the wedding... I think it would indeed be best if some time passes before I consider the idea. <Nacheyla> ::nods, chewing her mouthful:: But after... you could stay in the garden house... sort of in the backyard... ::she smiles:: <Lisl> ::grinning wider:: What, you're not jumping at the chance to live with five women at once, Master Kevil? <Kevil> ::grins at Lisl:: A sorry harem it would be, would it not? Two who are besotted with each other, an adolescent, a woman afraid of men, and one ::he gestures at Nach:: one who is either a child or with a lover I would not dare to cross? ::he chuckles:: <Lisl> Oh, so he's *picky*, too... <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: I don't think Xarroch would care... no one's told him that it works that way, yet. He's a little thick on human customs. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: And why should I not be? ::more seriously:: Besides, I think Lady Meghan's feelings for Lady Michelle should have a chance to... mature, without such a severe disruption. <Kevil> ::looks wide-eyed at Nach:: You know, I feel as if I ought to reply to that, but I can't bring myself to say anything flirtatious to someone with jam on her nose. <Lisl> ::giving Nach a teasing grin:: "Easy on the eyes," hmmm? * Nacheyla glances around and notices that the waitress is nowhere in sight. She grins, then shimmers into her demoness form, licking the jelly off her nose, then smiling coyly at Kevil. <Lisl> ::mutters something to herself as she turns her attention back to her sandwich with a scowl:: <Kevil> ::At Nach's display, Kevil blinks, flushes slightly, then laughs:: You are a dangerous woman. But you should change back before the waitress returns. <Kevil> ::eyes Lisl:: What is it? <Nacheyla> Nacheyla grins, then shimmers back into her eleven-year-old self. <Nacheyla> That's okay, most of the time, it's more fun to be this me. ::she snitches a piece of ham off Lisl's plate:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Nothing. Never mind. Aerdrie, Nach, are you *trying* to give me a heart attack? <Nacheyla> ::puts on her best wide-eyed pouty expression:: No, Auntie Lisl... <Lisl> Hey! ::grabbing Nach's wrist:: Rule one, never get between a wo-- a woman and her meat! <Nacheyla> ::very small voice:: Do you still like me? <Kevil> ::raises his eyebrow slightly at Lisl's slip, but only freshens his tea:: <Kevil> ::laughs at Nach:: You're such an imp. <Lisl> Oh, don't play that game with me, young lady. You know I do. You *still* can't have my ham. Get your own. <Nacheyla> Uh-huh. ::she nods, helping herself to a pastry:: <Nacheyla> Anyway, Meg thought you might like a real home... ::looking around the common room:: Not that this isn't nice and all... <Kevil> ::nods:: I might, some time. I still haven't decided how long I'm staying, though. This place will suit me for some while longer, I suspect. <Lisl> ::taking a bite of her sandwich:: Not to sound rude, but-- why *are* you staying? I thought you'd come for Zoya. <Kevil> ::he nods:: I did. And she told me she would rather be my sister than my lover. ::he looks slightly sad:: I am afraid if I leave now, I will talk myself into... ::he frowns, trying to phrase it:: I don't want to make her *more* than what she was, an impossible icon for any future lovers to overcome, d'va? <Kevil> Besides, ::he smiles:: there are friends here, now. <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: So you're hoping to hang around her, waiting for her to make herself more human? <Nacheyla> ::blinks, rubbing at her eyes, snuffling:: <Lisl> ::frowning at Nach:: What's the matter with you? <Kevil> No. I am waiting for my own feelings to regain perspective, before I leave and have only my memories to rely upon. <Nacheyla> ::wails, throwing herself into Lisl's arms:: It's so sad! <Lisl> ::stiffens with surprise, and awkwardly pets Nacheyla's hair:: Um... okay... <Kevil> ::pats Nach's shoulder:: It's alright, imp. Don't be upset. <Nacheyla> ::sniffles, regaining some composure:: I'm okay... sorry... <Lisl> ::speaking to Nach:: Don't you think it would have been *more* sad, if Zoya just tossed over Marten? After all they'd been through? <Kevil> ::mutters under his breath as he takes a drink of tea:: <Lisl> ::wiping Nach's eyes with her thumb, looking at her:: You sure you're okay? <Nacheyla> That's why it's sad... <Nacheyla> If she did that, I would be sad for Master Marten... <Lisl> ::glances at Kevil sharply for a moment before looking back down at Nach:: Well... can't you just be happy for all of them? After all, Marten and Zoya have each other... and Zoya has an *old* friend back, and Kevil here has a *new* friend in a person he thought he'd lost. <Kevil> ::half-smiles at Nach:: I would not have dreamed of parting her from Sir Marten. I didn't know she'd taken a lover when I came looking, after all. <Lisl> ::muttering something under her breath at Kevil's comment:: <Kevil> ::smiles at Lisl:: That's an excellent way of looking at it, La... ::he frowns:: What *shall* I call you, if you don't wish to be "Lady"? <Lisl> Heh. Well, *you're* the one who has such a problem with plain "Lisl." What do you suggest, O great worker of words? <Nacheyla> Yes, but it is always hard to love someone, and know that he is happier with someone else... <Lisl> ::sighs, stroking Nach's hair:: Yes, that's true. But sometimes, that's just how it is. And if you love them you want *them* to be happiest, right? <Nacheyla> ::snuggles up to Lisl:: I know... but even the greatest love is a little selfish... <Lisl> ::soberly, staring at the wall across from her:: No... the *greatest* love, Nach, is completely unselfish. But you don't survive that kind. <Kevil> ::nods:: Shalindra'va. <Lisl> ::hiking an eyebrow, coming out of her reverie:: What? <Kevil> Shalindra'va. It is a word the clerics of the Goddess use to describe her... feelings toward her people. A.. a love so encompassing only the gods may survive it. I have seen with my own eyes a priest consumed by it. <Lisl> Ah. ::raising her other eyebrow:: Interesting. Not exactly what I meant, but... Consumed? Really? ::giving him a look like she's suspicious of a put-on:: <Nacheyla> Nacheyla looks thoughtful, her eyes far away... "Like Greyson... he didn't have to die... he died to save me... me and our son..." <Lisl> ::nods:: And my father. If they hadn't loved each other so much, Mother-- ::she stops, glancing at Kevil again and looking at the wall:: <Nacheyla> ::pats Lisl on the arm:: <Kevil> ::nods seriously:: I was... seven? Eight? I was at the Festival of Rain - a holy ceremony, d'va? One of the priests who was chanting the hymns broke from the ranks and went to stand in the very center of the room. I have never seen such... such joy. He continued to sing as he grew brighter and brighter, until it was too bright to look, until the light seared our eyes even through our lids and hands... When we could see again, he was gone. <Lisl> ::gives Nach a last tight squeeze, and releases her, leaning back:: <Kevil> ::nods at them:: It is also the word we use for a great sacrifice, made out of the heart. <Lisl> Ah... sounds like he was raised. ::nodding, with a considering frown:: A little like what happened to Erdian, I think... tho' I'm not entirely sure he did it on purpose. <Kevil> ::shrugs a little diffidently:: It is said that those who can learn to love as the Goddess loves - they leave behind their mortal bodies and become part of Her. <Lisl> But you don't believe in it? <Nacheyla> ::looks somewhat defiant and a little scared:: I am not going to go poof in a ball of light. <Lisl> ::reaching out to tousle Nach's hair:: Of course not. You're just going to found a dynasty and create an entire town's worth of followers. Oh, wait, my mistake. You did that already. ::grins:: <Kevil> Of course I believe it. I saw it. If I had not already the hunger to be a Bard, I might have pledged myself to Her. ::he smiles at Nach:: It does not happen often. Once every ten generations, they say. <Nacheyla> ::sticks her tongue out at Lisl:: <Nacheyla> ::looks at Kevil, not at all reassured:: I have at least ten generations of descendants! <Lisl> Nach, do you hate anyone? Have you ever been petty towards someone? ::very carefully does NOT look at Kevil:: <Kevil> ::he grins:: Ah, well, perhaps one of them will learn to join his heart with yours so purely that he ceases to be and increases your own power. <Lisl> ::shoots Kevil a murderous glare:: You are NOT helping. <Nacheyla> ::thinks:: Hate? Not people... the undead, yes, them I hate... <Kevil> ::grins, amused:: It is a joke. I am sure she knows this. <Lisl> She's eleven. At eleven, *I* would have taken that as gospel. <Kevil> ::raises a finger:: She is *not* eleven. She has the body and manners of a child, but what she knows, in her mind, is still that of her full span. <Lisl> But her *heart*, right now, is eleven. <Nacheyla> And of course I'm petty... it's one of the rewards of being alive... to be able to be completely and totally irrational just because you feel like it. <Lisl> Well, the kind of love Kevil's talking about... that takes dedication. Single-mindedness. No hate, no pettiness, no hobbies. So I *think*... for now at least... you're safe. <Kevil> ::nods in agreement:: It is... incomprehensible. If you do not want it, it *can* not happen. <Nacheyla> Ah, well, that's good...I don't want to explain in person to Cyric about his temple... ::grins:: <Lisl> ::raising both eyebrows:: Do I *want* to know what you've been doing to Cyric's temple? Not that I *mind*, of course. <Kevil> ::frowns:: Cyric? <Nacheyla> Did... it was a long time ago... and it was infested... burning it down was the only way to be sure I got them all. <Lisl> ::glancing at Kevil:: God of evil and lies. Charming fellow, really. <Kevil> ::raises an eyebrow:: Ah, I see. I salute you, then, Slayer! ::he toasts Nach with his tea:: <Lisl> ::pats Nach on the back:: Good job. Just... watch your back. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: I always do... <Nacheyla> So... ::looks at Lisl, then at Kevil:: Are we all friends now? <Kevil> ::glances at Lisl, then looks at Nach with mock solemnity:: You're awfully pushy, imp. <Nacheyla> Yes... but it's much more convenient for me when my friends are all friends too. ::grins:: <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Nach:: Don't press your luck. If I promise not to kill him without thinking about it for at least ten seconds first, would that do? <Nacheyla> How about you ask me first? ::grins:: <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrow:: Can I kill him? <Nacheyla> ::gives a show of thinking about it:: No. <Nacheyla> ::grins:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Nope, 'fraid that won't do, then. <Nacheyla> ::then looks serious:: Do you really want to? <Lisl> ::studies Kevil diffidently:: Not really, not now, no. Tho' at least I'd be willing to consider him worth killing at this point. <Kevil> ::smiles hesitantly at Lisl:: Might I request, when the urge to maim overcomes you, that you at least give me a chance to explain whatever action has caused offense? I would so hate to be killed over a mere misunderstanding... <Lisl> ::grins at Kevil:: You know the old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me?" <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: The biggest lie anyone ever told... <Lisl> ::soberly:: Exactly. <Kevil> ::smiles wryly:: Who better understands the power of words than a bard? <Lisl> ::narrowing her eyes:: And that's exactly what worries me. <Kevil> ::blinks:: It worries you that I am a bard? <Lisl> I am... not fond of flatterers, Master Kevil. And if there's one thing I've seen you do exceptionally well, it's flattery. <Kevil> ::looks suddenly enlightened:: Ah, I see. ::he nods:: I am afraid I cannot make myself less of a wordsmith for your pleasure - nor would I want to, if I could. If you like, I will pledge to avoid flattering you. ::he smiles:: Though I cannot promise you would escape entirely. It is an old habit. <Lisl> ::grudgingly:: It would be a start. ::shakes her head:: It's not the... pretty words I mind, so much as the empty ones. It's... ::shakes her head:: Forget it. I'm no wordsmith. <Kevil> ::grins:: May I share with you a secret my poetry master once told me? <Lisl> ::raises a suspicious eyebrow:: <Kevil> He told me: The most effective flattery is one which contains a true compliment at its core. ::he grins, then looks at her seriously:: Believe me, Huntress, I know what harm can come of lies. I assure you, my flatteries are never empty. <Lisl> ::frustrated:: But... that's just it. Truth doesn't *need* to be...::she makes an expanding motion with her hands:: puffed up. That's why the "finest" flatteries are so... insidious. <Nacheyla> I think you're being awfully harsh on flattery... most people I know have such a poor opinion of themselves, that a little flattery once in a while makes them feel they might be just slightly worthwhile... <Kevil> ::leans back in his chair, looking at her calmly:: I understand your frustration, a little, I think. But consider... Is a compliment - an honest expression of admiration - an evil thing? <Kevil> ::eyes Nach, smiling:: It's comments like those that remind me you're not really a child. <Lisl> ::looking at Nach sidelong:: Compliments are fine. Compliments are *worth* something... what bothers me is when... someone... decides the truth just isn't flashy enough. So it's got to be added to. And how does it help someone's self-opinion when they discover half of what they found "worthwhile" about themselves is a lie? Then suddenly, the truth doesn't seem so great, either... how do you know WHAT was the lie? What then? * Kevil cocks his head, looking interested. "I don't believe there are many people who actually *believe* flattery. Rather, they respond to... the effort made to *create* the flattery, d'va?" <Lisl> ::turning her head away, picking at the crust of her sandwich:: You think so, do you? <Nacheyla> ::flutters her eyelashes:: Oh, of course I believe that my eyes are like sparkling stars... really, I do... don't you think so? * Lisl makes a noise of disgust and shakes her head, saying nothing. She mashes the second slice of toast down on top of the pile of ham and takes a huge bite of sandwich. <Kevil> ::grins at Nacheyla before turning back to Lisl:: It is only my experience, of course. Perhaps your experience is otherwise. But I have never offered an insincere compliment, and I have always tried to sufficiently exaggerate flattery so that it is obviously just that. <Nacheyla> Well, Ivellios used to say things like that to me all the time... ::snorts:: I thought it was sweet... not that I believed him, but that he did think it... * Lisl shifts uncomfortably in her seat, making a casting-away motion with her hand. "Just forget it. I didn't think you'd understand, anyway." <Nacheyla> Lisl... ::resting her hand lightly on Lisl's arm:: We can't understand something if you don't explain. Please... try. * Kevil nods, his face somewhere between confused and distressed. * Lisl sits silently, brushing her hand over her short hair in a nervous gesture. After a long moment, she takes a deep breath. <Lisl> Let me tell you a story. * Kevil nods, resting his elbows on the table and looking at Lisl seriously. <Lisl> ::licking her lips:: Once upon a time, there was a young man. A prince, by birth. Not stupid, but not particularly wise, either. A good-hearted young man, who wanted to improve the world. <Lisl> ::glancing at Kevil:: As do many, of his age. Am I doing this right? * Nacheyla sits on her hands, looking rapt. <Kevil> ::nods, half-smiling:: <Lisl> The young prince had a several advisors, a few good friends, many hangers-on. Fairly typical of his lot in life. <Kevil> ::nods:: <Lisl> ::sighs a little, taking a sip from her waterglass:: And also, typical of the breed, the young prince was a bit of an adventurer at heart. He liked seeking out challenges. He liked to feel the life thrill through his veins, to feel the joy of winning through obstacles. And he liked being able to help his people. <Lisl> He was... good. Not great, no hero for the ages, but agile, and strong, and brave. ::she flicks her eyes at Kevil again:: And because of who he was, no doubt, the bards loved to sing of his exploits. <Kevil> ::grins:: No doubt. <Lisl> ::she smiles a little:: And he liked hearing them. As would any young man. <Lisl> ::she steeples her fingers, resting her forehead against them:: One of his... friends... in particular, took note of how much the young prince enjoyed hearing of his exploits. <Lisl> This friend was a minor noble... his name was worthy, but the family's fortunes had slid, over time. And the prince was generous, and his generosity often spilled over onto his friends. <Lisl> The friend... wanted more. He saw the potential in the prince... not only the potential for greatness-- that was real-- but also the potential of *his* greater wealth and prestige. <Lisl> And... he pushed. He flirted with words. He flattered. The prince had brought down a deer? No, it was a great stag! <Lisl> The prince and his men had cleaned out the nest of a young green dragon? The prince had-- singlehandedly-- brought an end to the scourge of the countryside! <Lisl> Now... you'd think he'd have known better. The prince was *there* for all of his exploits. He knew the truth. He knew the things he'd done were good and worthy... but it wasn't enough. <Lisl> ::leans back in her chair, running her both hands through her hair:: So... he started to believe the flattery. He... hung on his friend's golden tongue, went with him everywhere. * Kevil frowns, nodding slowly. <Lisl> And so it was that the prince, at the friend's suggestion, insisted on accompanying the king's men on their *next* dragon hunt. <Kevil> ::frowns more deeply:: <Lisl> This one... was different. The dragon was already wounded, and angry, and older. A red. The plan was to trap the dragon in its lair, seal it there with a rockfall. It was much too dangerous to face head-on. <Lisl> The king's huntsmen said that. The prince's *other* friends said that. The flatterer... ::her mouth twists:: he found that regrettably, on the day of the hunt, he had the headache. He stayed behind. But he encouraged the prince to greater exploits, and begged to be told the tale on the party's return. <Kevil> ::nods as if he had expected this:: <Lisl> ::sighs, and looks away:: I'm sure the ending here is predictable. We reached the lair, the trap was set, everything was going *fine*... and then the prince decided to be a hero. He wanted to see the dragon crushed, himself. He rode to the mouth of the cave, shouted a challenge... and stood directly *under* the rockfall until the dragon came out. ::shakes her head:: There was nothing... NOTHING... that could be done. <Lisl> Half the party... men of twenty years' service to the king... died. The dragon escaped. It was nearly a year before we finally could capture and kill it. The prince, amazingly enough, lived. * Nacheyla gasps, looking stunned. <Lisl> That day, he lived. ::gritting her teeth:: He had been so... so *sure* he had matters in hand. He *knew* he could do it, you see, he was so brave, so strong! <Nacheyla> ::almost as if she'd rather not know:: What happened to him? <Lisl> He was gravely injured, but... the worst injury was to his self-worth. After his failure, he refused to believe in *any* of his successes. He had such potential, he was a *good* lad... but... ::shakes her head:: <Lisl> He forbade the bards to sing any of his old songs... he took to drink... ::putting her head on her hand:: ...and two months after the dragon killed his father's men, he took his own life. * Kevil sighs. "I sorrow for your loss, Huntress. But if you will insist on the bitter truth, there are... a few observations I might make." <Lisl> ::her eyes sliding to Kevil:: It was the prince's own choice to believe the flattery. That's what you would say, yes? <Kevil> ::he holds up his hand placatingly:: Not altogether. <Lisl> ::nods, indicating that Kevil should continue:: <Kevil> I will not dispute the role flattery plays in your tale. But... It seems to me that a young man being groomed for a position of authority should have been warned against an excess of hubris. It seems to me that the prince's other advisors should have counseled strongly against such action - and if the prince would not listen, then they should have gone to his parents, who presumably had the authority to forbid. <Kevil> It seems to me - tragic as the young man's end is - that it is better for the kingdom that he met his end when he did, rather than to have attained the throne when he was so susceptible to the manipulations of those of dubious intent. <Lisl> ::sighs:: No one-- least of all his parents-- believed he could be so foolish. There were... signs. But... too little, too late. And that clever, quick-tongued-- ::she stops, with a sharp sigh:: <Kevil> And finally: It seems to me that the flattery itself was not evil, but much like any other weapon, only a tool of an evil, or perhaps only foolish and greedy, man. * Lisl opens her mouth to respond, a flash of anger in her eyes, and pauses. "You--! You... *could* be right about that." She shakes her head dubiously. "But if flattery is a tool, I've certainly seen it turned to evil far more often than good." She presses her lips together into a thin line. <Lisl> And as far as being susceptible... ::cocking her head:: ...there are few people I've known with such a great... facility with words. ::looking at Kevil pointedly:: * Kevil lifts one leg to prop his foot on his seat, and wraps his arms loosely around his knee. He rests his chin on the top of the knee. "Until I came to this place, I had seen psionics used only - *only!* - for evil. It is a skill only a few have, yes? And yet, what I have learned here leads me to believe that it is the wielder, and not the ability, upon whom responsibility rests." <Lisl> H'm. ::nods:: * Nacheyla shifts in her seat, looking back and forth between Kevil and Lisl. <Lisl> So... ::hitching up a corner of her mouth, half-grinning without humor:: You claim, then, to use your powers for good? <Lisl> But... ::sounding frustrated:: Why flatter at all? What is so *wrong* with the truth?? <Kevil> ::he smiles:: I at least claim to intend no harm. ::more seriously, but still somewhat smiling:: There is nothing wrong with the truth, Huntress. I flatter because... *usually*, at least... my flatteries gives the hearer pleasure, even-- *especially*, sometimes-- when they are not believed. <Lisl> ::frowning:: That makes no sense. <Kevil> ::he grins and shrugs:: People often make no sense, Huntress. I only know what works. * Lisl snorts, and takes another swallow of water. <Lisl> People are foolish, sometimes. <Kevil> ::nods:: So foolish as to wish to eat pastries for breakfast, sometimes. ::he winks at Nach:: Or to wish to spar before the sun is even properly higher than the buildings. ::he grins at Lisl:: Or to waste one's life with idle strumming when one might well have been a reasonable ranger, had one but applied himself. We are all foolish, from time to time. <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: I still say there's little room in my life for flattery. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: And it's not *my* fault that certain *other* fools wish to sleep the morning away. <Kevil> ::nods:: I have no wish to harm, or even to annoy! As you say, so shall it be: I shall attempt to curb my enthusiasm for pretty speeches when I speak with you, yes? <Lisl> ::sighing:: Had I thought about it, I should have realized you'd have Jaret's sleeping habits. <Kevil> ::he grins:: I have but met Lord Malkier a few times, but he has always seemed to me a sensible man. <Lisl> ::grinning impishly:: Oh, I don't know about not wishing to be annoying. I take great pleasure in being annoying, sometimes. ::poking Nach in the ribs:: <Nacheyla> Heh... ::sticks a jellied finger on Lisl's nose:: <Kevil> ::laughs:: Ah, perhaps I will amend: I wish to restrain my annoyance to the level of teasing, rather than provoking true irritation and anger. ::he grins:: <Lisl> Hey! ::wrinkles her nose at Nach, and then licks off the jelly mark with a long tongue:: <Kevil> ::blinks, then speaks a brief phrase in his native language, his eyes rolled up as if appealing to a higher power:: <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: What was that? <Kevil> ::he grins:: An appeal for strength. <Lisl> ::looking solicitous, the ghost of a smile playing around her lips:: Oh, did our little sparring session tire you out? <Nacheyla> For what? I'm not really *that* bad... <Kevil> Not at all, Huntress. Having eaten, I'm feeling quite invigorated. <Lisl> And you couldn't really expect me to *leave* jelly on my nose, could you? What if it attracted bees? <Kevil> ::he grins at Nach:: Oh, but you *are*, imp. * Nacheyla sulks. <Lisl> ::leaning over close to Nach:: *I* don't think you're that bad. * Kevil dons an overly dignified, pompous expression as he pointedly lifts a napkin from the table and dabs the corners of his mouth. * Nacheyla impulsively leans over and kisses Lisl on the cheek. <Kevil> ::laughs at Nach's sulking:: But I meant it in a good way. * Lisl grins and gives Nach a quick hug. <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: I didn't think you had any jelly on your mouth, Master Kevil. ::grinning:: Not that that couldn't be arranged, I'm sure. * Nacheyla squirms suddenly and hops out of her seat. "Scuse me a minute... where's the necessary?" * Kevil scoots back a tiny bit, looking somewhat nervous. "No need for jam now." He glances at Nach, then points in the requested direction. <Lisl> ::grinning, slitting her eyes in an expression of pure mischief:: You're *sure*? I think jelly would go quite well in your beard. <Kevil> ::lifts one hand to his chin:: Ah... No, really, I'm fairly certain it's not needed... <Lisl> ::picking up the jelly spoon:: Milord doth protest too much, perhaps? <Kevil> ::his eyes narrow:: If I protested not at all, I'd be covered with jelly, wouldn't I? <Lisl> ::grins:: I believe this is what is known as a "lose-lose proposition." * Kevil suddenly adopts a comically exaggerated mournful face, then reaches out to the table, picks up a jelly-smeared knife, and dots it on the end of his own nose. He turns his pathetic gaze on Lisl. * Lisl laughs and drops the jelly spoon back into the jar:: I, also, use my powers for good. I would have spared you, but... ::laughs:: <Lisl> Oh, stop it. You look like your best friend just died. ::tosses him a napkin:: <Kevil> ::he laughs and wipes the jelly off with his napkin:: I am glad you admit to some spark of mercy. I was about to call the maid for a fresh jar. ::his eyes are twinkling:: * Nacheyla comes back in, looking at Lisl. "Am I interrupting something?" <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: You don't think I'm merciful? <Lisl> ::looking up at Nacheyla soberly:: Master Kevil was about to commit suicide in the jelly jar. I stopped him in time. <Kevil> ::re-assumes his mournful pose:: Alas. I could not bear it... Joy left the room with you, Lady Imp, and I could go forward no longer. <Lisl> ::chuckles and shakes her head:: Flattery. <Kevil> ::grins at Lisl, spoiling his dramatic pose:: I believe that went fully around the corner and into what is called here "hamming". <Nacheyla> Sap... ::takes another pastry:: <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: Weren't you telling me just yesterday that you had to stop eating those things? <Lisl> Or are you just stocking up for *our* sparring session? <Kevil> ::chuckles and leans back in his chair:: Perhaps they do not count if eaten when a child, as well as when not seen? <Nacheyla> Well... I *like* them... <Lisl> Yes. And so do your hips. ::plucking the pastry from Nach's fingers:: Some things, you can't shapechange. <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: Okay, you have that one... :;takes a different pastry:: I have to finish unpacking today... that counts for at least three pastries. <Lisl> ::sighs and puts the pastry down on her plate: I tried. When you're older, *remember* that I tried. * Kevil chuckles, but says not a word. <Lisl> Fat lot of help *you* are. <Nacheyla> I'll remember... but I should go... I think we have gnomes in the kitchen and I'll want to chase them out, or something... care to join me? <Lisl> Gnomes? In the *kitchen*? <Nacheyla> Well, something keeps moving the dishes around... <Kevil> ::grins at Lisl:: Huntress, I grew up with four sisters and two mothers. I may be foolish, but I am not *insane*. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow and stands, folding her napkin on the table:: Well, we'd best go see. But if it's rats, *you're* handling them. <Lisl> Of course, it *could* just be your housemates... <Nacheyla> 'kay... ::goes over and gives Kevil a hug:: See you soon? <Kevil> ::grins:: I hope so. <Kevil> ::hugs Nach back:: <Lisl> ::nods to Kevil:: Spar tomorrow? ::grinning:: Same time? <Kevil> ::looks a trifle pained:: Perhaps an hour or so later? <Lisl> ::looking amused:: Name your time. When would you prefer to spar? And for that matter, have you a preferred weapon? ::looking curious:: Or would you rather I not learn all your tricks right away? <Kevil> ::he smiles slightly:: Mid-morning is when I generally rise. If it is too warm to spar then, I will be happy to meet in the evening. As for weapons... ::he grins:: Truly, my preferred weapons are words. But forced into a vulgar *physical* battle... ::his eyes twinkle:: ...I truly prefer using no weapon at all. I have some small training in a dabbling of things, if you wish to try weapons, however. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: If you want, Lisl, some time later, we could spar... *my* preferred weapon is the long sword. <Lisl> ::frowning:: Watch what you call "vulgar" there! ::thinks a moment, and nods:: Well enough. Tomorrow evening, then. I can be here a few minutes after sunset. Will that suffice? <Kevil> ::nods:: I shall place myself at your mercy then. <Lisl> ::brightening:: I'd like that, Nach. ::grinning evilly:: Maybe we can fight off some of those evil pastries. * Nacheyla waves one last time at Kevil, then skips out the door, singing a child's song in a surprisingly clear voice. <Lisl> ::coughs:: Ahh... right. Tomorrow. * Lisl turns and follows Nach out. <Kevil> Tomorrow, Huntress. |
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