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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Kevil enters and swings his cloak from his shoulders as he approaches the bar. "Good evening, Lady Michelle." He smiles at her. "Might I have a mug of the house special?" * Glossaria enters, a pack full of books slung over her shoulder, making her look like a hunchback under her grey cloak. She hangs her cloak on a peg and sets the pack down with a gentle thump by the bar. "Good evening, Michelle. Have you suggestions for "u"? * Michelle returns behind the bar. She is wearing a simple dress with a large number of petticoats. A ribbon is tied around her neck, a yin/yang hanging from the ribbon. Her moon earring is dark in her ear. Another ribbon is tied in a bow in her hair. <Kevil> ::smiles at Glossaria:: Good evening, angel. <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Good evening, Kevil. Are you and Loria settled in to your new home, yet? * Michelle smiles at Kevil and Gloss, "Good evening you two." Michelle begins filling a mug for Kevil. "Not off the top of my head Glossaria. I might be able to look something up, but I suspect you could find one quicker." <Glossaria> ::nods, and obediently pulls out her notebook, flipping pages towards the back and trailing her finger down the page:: <Kevil> ::chuckles and takes his mug:: It depends what you mean by "settled"... There is much still to be done, but we are comfortable. * Meghan steps into the hall, gently closing the door behind her. She glances around the hall and smiles softly to everyone as she approaches the bar. * Michelle smiles, "Good evening Meghan. Who did you find to babysit?" <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Have you set a date for the wedding, yet? <Kevil> ::glances around and smiles at Meghan:: Good evening, bright star! You have been hiding, of late... <Glossaria> ::looks past Kevil with an expression of surprise, and nods a greeting to Meghan:: * Bluestar nudges the door open with the toe of his boot and walks in. He's wearing a plain white shirt and dark blue pants under his dark cloak that seems to have winking stars deep within its depth. He looks around briefly. "No students. Perfect. Michelle, one headmaster special please." <Kevil> ::to Glossaria:: You should save that question for Loria, I believe. * Loria walks in, dressed in her armor and looking tired and dusty. Her mace is hanging at her side and she's got her helmet tucked under her arm. <Glossaria> ::smiles teasingly:: You have no input and no opinion on wedding plans? * Michelle giggles, "By that I assume you mean something inappropriately intoxicating as opposed to a specific drink?" <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Loria! ::gets up to hug her:: Good to see you, sister. Kevil informs me that I should ask you about any wedding plans. Have you set a date yet? <Kevil> ::grins at Glossaria:: I have opinions and input, but the final decisions I have placed in Loria's capable hands... ::looks up with an enormous smile as Loria enters, which quickly changes to sympathy:: Loria, n'shava, come sit. You are only now released from training? ::looks surprised:: * Meghan sits on a stool and shrugs her cloak off, smiling at Michelle. "Sabrina stopped by, so I decided it might be nice to step out for a moment or two." She smiles and nods to Kevil and Gloss. * Loria hisses painfully as Gloss hugs her. "Oh, hello Gloss..." She blinks a few times. <Glossaria> ::looking concerned:: Are you injured? <Loria> ::lifting her chin:: I have an extremely battered ego. Other than that, I am mostly all right. Got knocked over about eighty times today until I felt better acquainted with the ground than I should be. <Bluestar> No, a headmaster special is a glass with ice in it, and a bottle of whatever rum happens to be at hand, Michelle. ::hooks his foot around a stool and pulls it underneath him as he sits down:: <Glossaria> ::eyes wide:: Oh, dear. Were you supposed to be remaining upright? <Loria> ::nodding:: That was the general idea, yes. ::puts her helmet on the bar:: * Michelle smiles and shakes her head, "THAT I should have figured out." Gets Bluestar his glass, his ice and his bottle of rum. "Here you are." <Kevil> ::quietly:: Such is the essence of combat training, Glossaria. ::eyes her sharply:: Has not Zoya arranged weapons training for you yet? * Bluestar shoots a look at the helmet on the bar and fills his glass with rum. "Much obliged, Michelle." * Kevil leans over to Loria and kisses her cheek in greeting as she approaches the bar. <Glossaria> ::frowns:: Hm. ::flips another page in her notebook, and frowns, looking up at Michelle:: Well... I fear I must drink on a technicality. No U's. Uisbeagh, please, Michelle. <Loria> ::rubbing her backside thoughtfully:: I have really got to learn Lisl's trick for getting up from lying flat on my back like that. <Glossaria> Weapons training? Me? ::shakes her head:: No, I have my wards. * Meghan sits back against the bar, brushing some dirt from her dress. <Kevil> ::to Loria:: She did offer to teach it to you. ::smiles:: Though acquiring the hang of it may hurt more than the falling... <Glossaria> ::blinks:: Trick? You mean... other than simply getting up? <Michelle> Just a moment Glossaria. ::Michelle disappears into the kitchen:: <Kevil> ::to Glossaria, with a frown:: There are places magic fails. No mage should be without at least one weapon to hand. I will speak with Zoya. <Loria> ::nodding:: I suppose it will, but if I actually get knocked over in a fight, I'm going to be killed before I can get up again. <Kevil> ::looks at Loria for a moment, then sighs and sips his meade:: Only if I am fallen before you, n'shava. <Glossaria> ::thoughtfully, studying Loria:: Well... if you fell down, you could always give yourself Sanctuary, I suppose, and *stay* down. * Bluestar drinks the first glass in one smooth motion, sets the glass down, and refills it. "Ah. Lovely." * Michelle returns from the kitchen, wiping dust and grime off a very old bottle, "Here you are Glossaria, do you want to do the honors?" <Glossaria> ::blinks at the bottle:: The quality of that dust suggests at least a century of lying-in...? <Kevil> ::eyes the bottle curiously:: <Glossaria> ::smiles at Michelle:: Does that bottle bear the *original* spelling, as per request? * Michelle squints at the barely legible writing, "Seven it appears." * Loria stretches, groaning. "My back is killing me." * Michelle grins, "Very much so." Sets the bottle down in front of Gloss. * Michelle gets a glass and sets it down in front of Gloss. * Kevil accepts his cue and begins massaging Loria's shoulders, or what he can reach of them with the armor in the way. <Glossaria> ::claps her hands delightedly and studies the label. After glancing at Michelle for permission, she leans down and delicately licks the label. "Ooohhhhh..." * Meghan watches Gloss with a slight smile. * Michelle looks to Meghan, "Did you want anything?" Looks to Loria, "Juice perhaps?" <Loria> ::smiles at Michelle:: I was specificially told to have two shots of vodka. Whatever that is. * Meghan smiles and shakes her head a bit. "No but thank you." <Kevil> ::laughs:: He not only wishes he were himself a dwarf, he is trying to make one of you. * Glossaria smiles, and draws a penknife from somewhere within her clothing, folding out the blade and carefully breaking the ancient wax seal on the bottle. She looks around, taking a deep breath before easing out the cork and delicately sniffing it. She coughs, blinking against suddenly teary eyes. * Michelle smiles, "I prefer tequila if I'm doing shots, but I can certainly set you up." Michelle getsout two shot glasses and fills them from a tap." <Loria> ::blinks at Kevil over her shoulder:: * Michelle sets the shot glasses in front of Loria. <Kevil> ::grins at Loria:: Vodka is... not actually dwarvish, but strong... We have a similar drink at... home. It comes from Zoya's homeland, in fact. * Michelle smiles at Gloss, "Like it?" <Kevil> ::stops massaging Loria's shoulders so she can drink her shots:: <Glossaria> I've not tried it yet... but the aroma is certainly... strong. "Water of Life" indeed! * Fosst enters, hanging neat, new-looking brown cloak at the door. He steps in smiling, and moves to get a seat at the bar. <Michelle> Hello Fosst, can I get you anything? * Kevil looks up as Fosst enters, and nods a cordial greeting in his direction. * Meghan glances at Fosst as he enters. <Fosst> Some water please, and two oranges. Good evening, sir. ::nods politely to Kevil as he enters, and sits:: * Loria takes a deep breath, then knocks one shot of vodka back. She blinks several times, then swallows. She shudders all over, then coughs, her face turning pale. <Glossaria> Michelle, would you pour for me, please? Ah, Fosst! ::smiling:: I have a few items for you. * Bluestar raises his glass to Loria. "Salud." He knocks his glass back. <Kevil> ::looks at Loria with faint concern:: You need not drink the second, n'shava. * Fosst looks up from his half-peeled orange, and smiles slightly. "Ah--indeed. Good evening, Miss Glossaria." * Michelle fills a mug and sends it waddling to Fosst while she disappears into the kitchen. <Loria> Gah, that's terrible stufff. ::she grins wryly:: <Kevil> ::chuckles:: It is an acquired taste, at any rate. Would you prefer something a little smoother? * Michelle returns from the kitchen, "Certainly Glossaria." Carefully pours a finger of the tan liquid into Glossaria's glass. "Let me know if you want ice." <Glossaria> Is ice traditional? And is this a sip, or shot, drink? <Loria> ::to Kevil:: At least Master Bjorn doesn't want me to smoke those horrid little... ::makes a motion like puffing on a cigar:: * Michelle shrugs, "Ice isn't traditional, but it is popular. As for sip or shot, it depends on the quality of the drink, the tolerance of the drinker, and the drinkers mood." <Kevil> ::laughs:: For which I am grateful. I would hate to smell the stuff on your hair all night. <Glossaria> ::cocks her head:: And, in your professional estimation of those quantities, what would you recommend? <Loria> ::turning her head gingerly:: Oh... well, that feels better, actually... ::looks at the other shot of vodka:: * Michelle smiles, "Try sipping, if you don't like the taste switch to shots." <Kevil> ::chuckles:: Truly, n'shava, you can ask for something less rough on the tongue. * Sabrina walks into the hall bouncing a slightly fussy Abby. She shrugs her cloak off and hangs it near the door. She offers a smile to Fosst as she passes him and walks to Meghan. <Glossaria> ::nods and holds up a "one moment please" finger to Fosst, picking up the small glass and taking a sip:: * Meghan glances at Sabrina looking slightly worried. "Something wrong?" * Glossaria coughs and thumps her chest, wheezing, her eyes popping slightly. "Hooo... my..." * Fosst nods in greeting to Sabrina as she enters. {I want to thank you for the new coat--it's very comfortable in this clime.} * Loria makes a funny expression, considering. "I don't know, Kevil... I mean, he is supposed to know what he's talking about." * Sabrina holds out Abby to Meghan. "She doesn't seem to want to stop fussing. I thought it best to bring her here to you." <Kevil> ::turns briefly to Fosst:: Excuse me, Sir, but would you... what is {comfortable}? * Glossaria knocks back the rest of the glass, squinching her eyes closed and thumping on the bar with her fist as she swallows. * Michelle looks around to make sure everyone has a drink, then walks over to Meghan and Sabrina. * Fosst smiles to Kevil. "Too happy to oblige, Sir Kevil. That word, in common, is 'comfortable.' --Do you speak any Uthgardt, sir?" * Meghan nodsa nd takes Abby. "She's teething. I'm not surprised she has been fussy." she smiles at Sabrina. "Thank you for watching her for a bit anyways." She begins to lightly bounce Abby. <Kevil> ::grins briefly at Loria:: Alcohol. I do not think the choice of flavor has bearing; only strength of liquor. A small glass of brandy or rum would serve as well. * Michelle brushs Abby's cheek, "I know it hurts Abagail, but it will be over soon enough." * Sabrina sighes a bit and nods. She smiles at Michelle. "Hi Michelle." <Michelle> Hello Sabrina. Can I get you anything? * Glossaria sets down her empty glass and picks up her large pack, resting it in her lap and carefully drying the bartop with a spare cloth before starting to remove its contents. When she finishes, she has an impressive pile of books on the counter. * Michelle heads back behind the bar. <Sabrina> Some water would be nice. Thank you. * Michelle fills a mug with water and sends it on its way to Sabrina. <Michelle> So what project are you working on now Glossaria? <Kevil> ::to Fosst, frowning in concentration:: {Few. Only learn hearing...} ::makes a face indicative of frustration and swiches back to the common tongue:: I learn languages quickly, but have not heard much of Uthgardt from which to learn. * Meghan looks back at Michelle. "Could you get a clean cloth, damp with cold water. That will help" * Loria shrugs, then takes the other shot of vodka. <Loria> ::cough:: gah. <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Actually, I was only pulling a few titles for Master Fosst, based on his expressed interests of last week... * Michelle pulls a cloth from beneath the bar and wets it down handing it to Meghan, "Here you go." * Michelle giggles, "A few titles." * Sabrina grins and takes the mug. She turns and sits at the table with Fosst, sipping the water. <Glossaria> ::blinks, and cocks her head:: Yes. <Fosst> ::nods, and sips his water:: Would you like some help? I find myself searching for ways to spend my time here, as I am at no loss of it, if you would like an instructor. ::smiles:: <Meghan> Thank you. ::She puts the cloth up to Abby's mouth and gently gets her to suck on it. After a few minutes she calms down, resting her head against Meghan's chest.:: * Michelle shakes her head, "Glossaria, most people would consider that a library." <Kevil> ::grins:: I should be delighted. I enjoy learning languages. * Fosst nods to Sabrina. {Is yours the little child, over there?} <Kevil> ::returns to attempting to massage Loria's neck and shoulders, now that her medicine is taken:: * Sabrina shakes her head. {No. She is Meghan's daughter} <Glossaria> These? ::blinks and looks at the stack:: This sample represents approximately five percent of our collection in these subject areas... <Loria> ::leaning back against Kevil:: Master Bjorn says I ::hiccup:: have all the grace of a dead rat. * Michelle smiles, "You have a VERY impressive library Glossaria." <Michelle> At least he hasn't said that you couldn't even kill time. <Glossaria> ::beams delightedly at Michelle:: Thank you very much. I *am* constantly trying to improve it. But there's so much to know... * Michelle pats Glossaria's hand, "You can never know it all Glossaria...Which is no reason not to try." <Kevil> ::kisses the top of Loria's head:: Nonsense. I should not like to dance with Master Bjorn. <Fosst> ::smiles:: {She looks sweet.} ::returns his attention to Kevil:: Have you learned much from Miss Lisl? I find her quite talented at the language. <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: You only maintain that one can never know everything, because no one living ever has. * Sabrina nods and sips her water. {She is very sweet, when she is not fussy} <Kevil> ::grins at Fosst:: She offered, but I declined. I prefer to learn a language from a native speaker, so that I will not have to un-learn the accent. Though when I have some moderate proficiency, I may practice with her somewhat. * Michelle shakes her head, "Glossaria, do you truly believe that you can learn faster than the rest of the world can produce new knowledge?" <Loria> ::laughs:: Actually, he said a "scroffulous" rat, but I'm not sure what that means. <Glossaria> ::blinks and cocks her head, considering:: I'm not certain. No one has measured the rate of production of new knowledge, either. * Sabrina glances over to Kevil. "Kevil, Zoya asked me to ask you to stop by the tower when you returned." * Fosst nods. "Very wise. Her accent is rustic, but otherwise, her vocabulary is quite authentic." <Kevil> ::looks at Sabrina with a raised eyebrow:: She did not say on what matter? * Sabrina shakes her head. "She just said that she had somethings she wanted to discuss with you." <Kevil> ::grins at Loria:: Scroffulous?? I believe he may be inventing words. <Glossaria> ::glances at Loria:: Scrofulous? Having scrofula-- tuberculosis of the lymph nodes, especially those in the neck. Once known as the "kings' disease" not because it was confined to royalty but because it was believed that the touch of a royal could cure it instantly. Since disproved. * Sabrina finishes her water and looks to Fosst. {How have you been?} * Bluestar sighs quietly and drinks some more. <Loria> ::shudders:: Great. I'm a diseased rat. How charming. ::hiccup:: <Kevil> ::laughs and kisses Loria's hair again:: Master Bjorn has all the *tact* of a diseased rat. * Loria looks at Gloss curiously. "What are you drinking, there, sister?" <Glossaria> Usquebaugh. ::smiles:: "Water of life," known today as "whiskey." Excuse me a moment, please. <Glossaria> ::looks back at Michelle:: Excuse me a moment, please. ::she slides her hands under the huge pile of books and hefts it, supporting the pile against her chest easily and walking over to Fosst:: Master Fosst? * Fosst sighs. {Fairly well--I've been finding my way around town without much difficulty, but I still must find some kind of employment. I've found an apothecary interested in a specialist, but little else. Otherwise, though, things have been well. Yourself, Sabrina?} * Sabrina blinks and looks thoughtful for a moment. She looks up as Gloss as she approches. * Fosst scratches his forehead, and shifts to face both Sabrina and Glossaria. {Yes, Miss glossary?} * Sabrina chuckles softly and sends her empty mug back to the bar <Glossaria> ::correcting absently:: Glossaria. A glossary is a word-book. ::smiling a bit:: I remembered what you'd spoken of last week, when you were asking about plant books, and decided to extend you borrowing privileges. I thought you might be interested in these. ::extending the pile towards him, balancing it carefully:: * Fosst looks down at the pile, and then up at Glossaria almost suspiciously. "Thank you, Miss--I can simply... borrow these?" He picks the first one up, and leafs through it. <Glossaria> ::nods eagerly:: Of course. Knowledge is, for the most part, meant to be shared. ::smiles:: * Loria hums to herself, drawing small cirliques on the bar with her finger. * Meghan shifts Abby a bit, as she has fallen asleep. She places the damp cloth on the bartop. <Kevil> ::eyes Loria with a faint grin:: I do believe you may be tipsy, n'shava. * Sabrina grins at Gloss and leans close to Fosst to peer at the book he is looking at. <Loria> ::looking up:: Huhmmmm? * Fosst looks to get lost in reading one section that deals with the preparation of theroots of a wild plant. <Kevil> ::grins a little more widely at Loria:: Tipsy. Will I have to carry you home, do you think, n'shava? * Sabrina reads over his shoulder, looking mildly interested. <Loria> ::laughing:: Oh, prob'ly not. * Glossaria smiles, and glances down the length of the bar at Meghan before leaning forward and whispering to Michelle. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: We shall see. No more vodka for you tonight, at any rate. <Loria> ::shaking her head slowly, several times:: No, just two. ::she holds up two fingers:: * Meghan slowly rocks Abby, lightly stroking her back. <Kevil> ::laughs:: Yes, n'shava. <Loria> ::poking him in the chest:: You're laughing at me... * Michelle smiles at Glossaria, "I know Glossaria, but thank you for your concern." <Kevil> ::captures the poking finger and kisses it:: Only a little. ::he grins:: * Sabrina looks slightly more interested, reading a bit more intently. <Glossaria> ::nods:: Alright. ::smiles again, and goes back to fetch her glass and pour herself a second, smaller shot of ancient whiskey:: <Michelle> I take it you like it Glossaria? <Glossaria> ::nods:: It's very strong, and I don't think it would be wise for me to have more than this glass, but the liquor is excellent. * Michelle nods, "Good idea. I'll walk you home if you think you'll need it." * Meghan glances over at Michelle. "MIchelle could I get a glass of water please?" <Glossaria> ::nods:: Thank you. <Michelle> Certainly. ::Fills a mug with water and gives it to Meghan:: * Meghan smiles "Thank you" * Glossaria carries her glass over to Bluestar. "How are you managing, Master Bluestar? I've not seen you in a good mood since you've taken over the headmastership, but then, I don't believe I've ever seen you in a good mood." <Michelle> When his son was born Glossaria. <Glossaria> ::smiles and nods:: Ah! Of course. <Bluestar> I try to save good moods for truly deserving occasions. I find it diminishes the experience if I walk around in a good mood just willy-nilly. * Michelle smiles, "But just think how much more impressive it would make r bad moods." * Loria blinks at Bluestar for a few seconds, then snickers behind her hand. <Glossaria> ::cocks her head:: But... you're still in a mood. It's merely a *bad* mood. You have no fear of diminishing that experience? * Michelle looks at Glossaria, "It's very rare to find someone who's not in some kind of mood Glossaria." * Bluestar raises an eyebrow to Glossaria. "Given the antics and shenanigans that everyone around me is hellbent on engaging in? I hope to someday have the opportunity to experience a good mood again." * Sabrina glances sideways at Fosst before reaching out to flip the page a bit, trying to read the next page. * Fosst looks at her, and grins. He continues to read on the next page, reaching over to get and eat his orange. * Bluestar flicks a glance at Loria. "If I were in that getup, I'd try to find something else to laugh at, too." <Glossaria> ::cocks her head:: Do you intend to have more progeny, Master Bluestar? * Sabrina snags a piece of Fosst orange and continues to read. * Bluestar eyes Glossaria. "I haven't ruled out the possibilty." * Fosst raises an eyebrow, and tries without success to reach the fruit bowl with his left hand without looking up. * Loria looks suddenly hurt and confused, withdrawing her gaze and staring moodily at the bar. * Meghan sips her water and continues to rock Abby. She glances to Michelle nad smiles a bit. <Kevil> ::puts an arm around Loria:: * Sabrina smiles and moves the bowl a bit, pushing it under Fosst's hand. * Michelle nods in acknowledgement to Meghan. * Fosst looks unaware of the fruit's movement, and grabs an apple. He bites into it as he reads. * Meghan looks back down at Abby and begins to rub her back again. * Glossaria sips her whiskey. * Glossaria moves over to Loria, sitting next to her companionably. "So... have you planned a date for the wedding, yet?" <Loria> ::looking up:: Hmm? Oh, I think so... Elasias 12th. * Sabrina reaches out to slowly turn the page up, again reading the page behind. * Michelle looks at Meghan. * Meghan glances to Michelle and smiles just a bit. <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Oh, a summer wedding! * Michelle begins wiping the bar. <Glossaria> Colors? * Fosst waits patiently for Sabrina to finish reading what she wanted before continuing. <Loria> ::laughs sort of helplessly:: I have no idea. I've been looking at Winnie's swatches until my eyes bleed. * Ardem strolls into the hall, takes a seat at the bar and looks around. <Glossaria> ::peers at Loria, concerned:: I hope you mean that figuratively? * Michelle smiles at Ardem, "Goodevening, can I get you anything?" <Loria> A slight exaggeration... * Sabrina pulls back her hand sheepishly and whispers {Sorry} <Glossaria> ::frowning a little:: Have you tried lavender water compresses? * Ardem smiles to Michelle. "Yes an ale please." <Kevil> ::nods amiably to Ardem:: <Glossaria> ::looks around, smiling at the newcomer:: * Michelle fills a mug and sends it waddling down to Ardem. * Fosst smiles. {Don't worry, I find every word interesting. The order matters little.} * Ardem nods to Kevil and smiles at Glossaria. <Loria> ::hiccups:: I was jesting, Gloss... * Ardem grabs the mug and takes a long swig of ale then looks back to Michelle. <Glossaria> Oh. ::blushes a little, and peers at Loria again:: Are you quite alright? * Sabrina nods and smiles. She sits back a bit and glances over to the bar. "Why hello Ardem" <Ardem> No Rhys tonight? * Ardem looks back to Sabrina and smiles brightly "Hello Sabrina" <Loria> ::nodding:: I'm fine. Just sore and stiff. Sleeping outdoors for a while last night probably didn't help anything. * Sabrina turns to him "How are you? I was beginning to worry about you." * Michelle smiles, "Even Rhys needs a night off." * Ardem chuckles and looks back to Sabrina "I've been keeping busy. reading those books you got for me." <Kevil> ::looks at Loria with a faintly worried expression, but holds his tongue:: <Glossaria> ::blinks:: Sleeping outdoors? But-- you have a new house...? * Bluestar has another slug of rum and eyes his glass speculatively. * Sabrina nods "Good. I am glad you are enjoying them." <Loria> ::shrugging:: I don't know, Gloss. I went to bed in bed, and Kevil woke me up in the garden. <Ardem> Trying to get myself back to what I was. Slow going tho. <Kevil> Well, I was *trying* not to wake you up. <Glossaria> You... sleepwalked? ::looks worried:: Did you have any odd dreams? Memories? * Michelle quicks an eyebrow at Loria but holds her tongue. * Sabrina nods "Be sure to let me know if you need any help with anything. I am usually around." <Loria> I've been having bad dreams for a while... ::looks at Kevil, patting his arm:: It'll pass, I'm sure. <Kevil> ::makes a brief face, then takes Loria's hand:: I hope so. <Glossaria> ::looking more alarmed:: Perhaps you should talk to Mistress T-- oh. ::her face falls, and she looks at her glass for a momemt before picking it up and draining it with a gasp:: * Bluestar looks at the other end of the bar, but doesn't say anything. <Loria> ::shaking her head:: I'm sure it's nothing, sister. I had bad dreams when I was younger too, right after I fell. They faded, eventually. <Kevil> ::glances down the bar at Bluestar, and seems to be about to say something, then subsides with a faint sigh and a worried look:: <Ardem> I will do that. ::smiles and takes a drink:: How have you been fairing? <Sabrina> Pretty good. I've been keeping myself busy. Thank you for asking. <Glossaria> ::still looking worried:: I had bad dreams, and they turned out to be a subconscious obesssion planted by the woman intent on stealing my love away... ::shudders:: <Ardem> How's your singing going? <Kevil> ::smiles reassuringly at Glossaria:: I am keeping an eye on her, angel. If things do not improve soon, we will seek help, d'va? <Sabrina> ::smiles:: Very well thank you. I have been doing a bit on my own as my dear teacher has been taking his share of vacations ::grins over at Kevil:: <Loria> ::laughs lightly, patting Gloss's hand:: Sometimes an apple is only an apple, Gloss. * Bluestar picks up his glass and looks at Loria through the facets and facings. <Glossaria> ::nods uneasily, and glances down the bar, biting her lip:: Master Bluestar? Have you done work in dream therapy? * Michelle glances at the window, "Last call everyone." * Ardem chuckles a bit. <Kevil> ::looks up at Michelle's announcement, and tosses back the last few swallows of his meade:: <Sabrina> ::smiles to Ardem:: Do be sure to let me know if you need anything. * Glossaria sets her glass down, corks the whiskey bottle, and pushes it gently back towards Michelle's side of the bar. * Loria stands up, slightly unsteadily. * Sabrina turns back to Fosst. * Bluestar puts the glass down and looks at Loria. "There's no psionic link on you right now, but that doesn't mean that there isn't one other times." * Kevil puts a hand on Loria's back to steady her, then stands himself. "Come, n'shava, let's get you home." * Ardem finishes up his ale and heads to his room Nodding and smiling to the others. <Bluestar> ::to Glossaria:: I've done some theory work, but the chance to do practical studies in the area are rare. <Loria> ::grins up at him:: Let's... * Michelle takes the bottle and sets it beneath the bar. <Glossaria> ::looks slightly relieved, and nods to Loria and Kevil:: Goodnight, sister, goodnight, Kevil. Please, be well. <Loria> ::nodding, giving Gloss a quick hug:: Thank you. * Meghan looks up "Goodnight Kevil, Loria" <Glossaria> ::looking back at Bluestar:: M- Mistress... Mistress Tyl helped me a great deal. I only thought, as you'd taught her... ::trailing off:: <Kevil> ::nods to everyone:: Good night, my friends. <Glossaria> Is she... that is, have you... heard anything of her, recently? * Fosst looks up from his book, and nods to Kevil and Loria as they leave. "Good evening, sir and miss--" He returns swiftly to his reading. <Bluestar> I *taught* her. I haven't had cause to use it. It seems Tyl found cause. * Kevil helps Loria out the door with a grin. * Loria bumps into the doorframe, rights herself and leaves, her dignity trailing in tatters behind her. * Sabrina leans close and whispers softly to Fosst. <Bluestar> Tyl'Gainia is doing fine. She's taken up some hand-to-hand combat lessons, actually. * Fosst nods to her, and then smiles. * Meghan stands and looks over to Michelle. "Would you like to walk back to Ellesmere with me?" <Glossaria> Lessons? But she-- oh. I suppose she... forgot. <Bluestar> One of those monastic orders, with the meditation rituals and the like. * Michelle looks at Glossaria "Are you going to be alright on your way back to the Tower or do you want an escort Glossaria?" <Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows interestedly:: Monastic? ::looks at Michelle:: Oh, no, thank you, Michelle, I think I'll be fine. * Bluestar drains the rest of his glass and leaves a stack of silvers on the bar. "Thanks for the rum, Michelle." * Michelle nods, "You're quite welcome." * Michelle deposits the silvers in the strong box. * Sabrina stands and goes to Meghan, kissing Abby lightly on the head. She whispers "It was good to see her again, if only for a littl while." <Glossaria> ::smiles:: Thank you for the information, Master Bluestar. * Meghan smiles and nods to Sabrina. "You know you can come visit her whenever you'd like." * Glossaria slips a handful of silver from her pouch, a few of the coins somewhat inkstained, and leaves them on the bar. * Michelle sweeps the silver into the strong box, "Goodnight Glossaria." <Bluestar> Welcome, Glossaria. Good night, everyone. * Bluestar heads out of the Hall. * Glossaria shoulders her empty pack and goes over to tap Fosst gently on the shoulder. * Sabrina walks back past Fosst, lightly placingher hand on his shoulder. * Sabrina smiles at Gloss and goes to get her cloak, waiting by the door. * Meghan shrugs into her cloak, wrapping it around Abby as well. * Fosst jumps a little when he realizes there's a hand on his shoulder, and looks up. {Ah--time to leave, eh?} He grins, and then closes the book. * Glossaria smiles at Fosst. "I'm glad I chose well. Whenever you're finished with them, you can bring them by the Tower." * Sabrina wraps her cloak around herself and glances over to Fosst, leaning back against the wall near the door. * Glossaria fetches her cloak from its peg, wrapping herself into it and giving the room a nod. "Goodnight, all." She moves her fingers in an odd pattern, and a faint green glow lights her shoulders, brightening as she steps out into the dark. * Fosst looks at the massive stack of books, and scratches his head. "Yes, you chose excellent well, Miss Glossaria, but they're--large." He chuckles. "I'll take them to my room, first--I'll be ready soon, Sabrina." He gathers them up in his arms, and departs for his room in the MeadeHall. * Sabrina nods * Fosst returns, and takes his coat from its place where it hangs on the wall. Pulling it on, he nods to Sabrina. "Are we off for tonight, then?" * Sabrina nods and slips out into the night. * Michelle shoos the various dishes into the kitchen and begins wiping down the bar. * Fosst waves to Michelle. "Goodnight!" He leaves, following Sabrina. * Meghan leans back against the bar, waiting for Michelle and rocking Abby slowly. <Michelle> Goodnight. * Michelle dims the lamps and fires then meets Meghan at the door, "Shall we?" * Meghan smiles and nods, steping out. * Michelle locks the door behind her. |
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