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* Nacheyla walks onto the Hall and gestures the candles alight. She is literally soaked to the skin and looks exceptionally grouchy about it. "Hall's open." * Nacheyla pulls down a ceramic mug and glowers at the taps. "No mucking around today, please." She fills the mug with steaming hot cocoa. The tap gives a slightly guilty sounding hiccup and spits out a glop of whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. * Zoya appears to have swum from the Tower to the Hall. She pauses just outside the door to wring an astonishing amount of water out of her braid, then ducks through the door before it can fully re-soak. "Nacheyla, good evening!" <Nacheyla> ::gingerly taking a sip of her cocoa:: If you say so, Zoya. Something to drink? A towel, perhaps? * Lisl enters, bearing with her the faint odor of wet dog. "Gah. This is an unexpected soaker. Weather's all cockeyed, this year. Evening Zoya. Nach... mind if I shake off in the kitchen?" <Zoya> Ale, please, Nacheyla. <Nacheyla> Be my guest... ::she puts her mug down:: Let me see if I can find some towels or something. ::she pours Zoya a mug of ale and then wanders off:: * Nacheyla returns shortly with a stack of thick, fluffy towels. "Drink, Lisl?" * Jaret arrives, practically buried under a massive, hooded, sodden cloak. He removes the cloak as if it physically pains him to touch it and hangs it from a peg. He shoots it a dirty look and sets sail for the bar and the ladies at it. "Evening, Blessed Mother, High Priestess, Lady Ferinsdottir. Spiced wine, please. Or brandy? Something warm, because it can't be dry." * Nacheyla tosses Jaret a towel. "Here. And I'm sure I have some brandy around here somewhere." She begins attempting to convince the taps to produce brandy, although it takes several tries before she gets something that isn't lime green, frothy, or sprouting bubbles. * Zoya lifts a hand, and frowns. "Oh, yes. Have to do it the hard way." She lifts *both* hands and mumbles an incantation. Water flows off her, gathering into a puddle on the floor at her feet. After a moment, she steps gingerly out of the puddle and onto a dry patch of floor. The water quivers, then suddenly freezes. Zoya picks up the large lump of ice and tosses it out the door. * Lisl vanishes into the kitchen, returning after a few moments looking considerably poofier, but drier. "Much better. Fair sailing to you, Lord Jaret, that's an excellent suggestion. Mulled wine here, too, Nach, if you please." * Nacheyla dumps the weird concoctions down the drain before supplying Jaret with a snifter of apricot brandy. "Here." * Nacheyla gets a stemmed goblet and pours a small packet of spices into it. She considers the taps for a minute, then decides not to risk the spice packet and fetches a bottle from under the bar. "Pardon the taps. They're feeling... rambunctious... today." She fills the goblet and heats it before handing it to Lisl. * Jaret blots his outfit and himself as dry as he can without mussing himself. He's wearing a red jacket with some white stitching over his usual white shirt, and black breeches. <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: You look like a matador. <Lisl> My thanks, Nach. Heh... maybe all the rain bouncing around out there's making them jealous. <Jaret> ::he grins and accepts the glass:: I could show you my collection of ears and tails, but I'm sure you've seen it all before. <Lisl> ::laughs:: Jaret, I don't think we want to see the kinds of tails *you'd* be collecting. <Nacheyla> ::her other eyebrow goes up:: <Zoya> ::coughs into her ale, then outright laughs:: <Jaret> You impugn me, fair lady. I would never deprive the rightful owners of such finery, as you suggest. <Zoya> ::laughs again:: Gloss was right. I *did* need to get out of the Tower for a bit... <Lisl> ::snorts:: Aye, well, if not their tails, then perhaps... ::she cuts off whatever she was going to say with a quick swallow of mulled wine, her face coloring slightly:: <Jaret> My... you *have* given this some thought, haven't you? * Nacheyla snickers up her sleeve as she lifts her mug of cocoa. "Bad, Lisl. Very bad." <Lisl> ::turning a trifle redder:: I didn't say it. I learn slow, but that doesn't mean I don't learn at all. <Zoya> Oh, no, please, *do* say it! <Nacheyla> Yes, but I can hear you thinking *aaaallll* the way over here. * Jelarthna opens the door in steps inside, water cascading from his sodden clothing. He carefully hangs his dripping hat and cloak and starts attempting (without much success) to squeeze his sleeves into a remote semblance of dryness. <Jelarthna> ::looks around and smiles:: Good evening! * Jaret starts to drop his snifter, but reflexively catches it before it hits the bar top. "Jelarthna! Saints and devils!" He springs across the bar to the elf. * Zoya snickers at Nacheyla's comment. "I thought that was Ty-" She whips around. "Jelarthna? JELARTHNA?!" * Jelarthna laughs as he embraces Jaret and waves to Zoya <Jelarthna> Jaret, it's good to see you again! Zoya, I'm sorry I'm so late bringing your ship back. <Lisl> Aye, well, Nach, you ch-- ::blinks and turns:: Jel? Gods above and below, now I really have seen everything. The prodigal returns! * Zoya fishes urgently in her sleeve and pulls out a small folded-paper bird. She whispers to it and practically flings it out the door before turning to embrace the long-missing elf. "Erdian's *hat*, man, where have you BEEN?" * Jelarthna attempts to quickly shed more water before hugging Zoya and Lisl in turn. <Nacheyla> ::dryly:: The question, at this point, is probably "Where haven't you been?" <Jelarthna> ::grins at Nacheyla:: Not many left, it seems like. * Lisl returns Jelarthna's hug with a bearhug to make his ribs creak. "So what kept you?" <Zoya> My ship - is she all right? Where did you land? * Jelarthna grunts as he catches his breath * Lisl sets him down with a faintly apologetic slap on the shoulder. <Jelarthna> ::looks away from Zoya for a moment before meeting her eyes and answering:: Your ship isn't... *quite* how it was. But she's stable and sturdy again, and safe in a clearing a few miles outside town. I set some wards and can take you there whenever you wish. <Zoya> *Again*? What did you do to my ship?! <Jelarthna> Me? I didn't do anything to it. And I *did* get it back... <Lisl> Now Zoya, don't be hasty, the lad's just gotten here... ::stepping a bit protectively in front of Jel:: Besides, you need to give Tyl the chance to rend him limb from limb first. <Jelarthna> ::looks around:: I was kind of hoping she'd be here, actually. <Zoya> Get it- ::picks up her mug and drains the contents:: You'd better start at the beginning, then. I sent you on a very simple mission. Go to Gaena, land in the middle of an enormous desert, and read one simple scroll. And that part obviously worked, because I got the door set up, but... What happened? <Jelarthna> ::glances at the door for a moment, then makes his way to the bar:: Nacheyla, could I get some meade, please? I think I'll need it. <Nacheyla> Certainly... provided I can convince the taps. ::looks thoughtfully at Zoya:: I wonder if your ship was the reason they've been... off. <Zoya> ::blinks at Nacheyla:: What would my ship have to do with it? <Nacheyla> They might sense it... sort of. ::she shrugs:: I don't know, I'm just guessing. <Zoya> I suppose we could look into it, but the taps were here long before my ship and I. * Nacheyla wrestles a mug of meade out of the taps. "Here you are. By the way, everyone else in the city has used up your credit." She winks at him. <Jelarthna> Great, Thanks. ::grins ruefully:: Well, I did get to Gaena alright, and read the scroll. I did decide to look around a little bit there. Not too long, but since I was actually *there*... you know. <Jelarthna> I *almost* got into some trouble... ::pauses, then waves a hand:: Local customs, not really a problem, and no one got hurt. <Zoya> ::gives Jel a tired look:: Didn't I *tell* you not to mess with the desert raiders? * Nacheyla settles down with her cup of cocoa to watch with amusement. * Jelarthna blushes. <Jelarthna> Everything was okay when I left. No harm to me or your ship. * Lisl grins and sits back on her stool. "So how many wives do you have now, Jel?" <Jelarthna> ::suddenly:: Did you know the elves out there are *really* uptight? <Lisl> ::glances at Zoya:: I spent most of my time there with my ears covered. I certainly didn't meet any other elves... I was enough of a... novelty. ::makes a wry face:: <Zoya> ::massages the bridge of her nose:: ...Yes, actually. I did know that. What did you do? <Jelarthna> ::pokes Lisl:: I did *not* get married again. <Lisl> Just checking. Never know, with you. ::grins and guards her ribs:: * Tyl enters the Hall, perfectly dry except for one hand which is holding an exceptionally damp and ink-smeared paper bird which flutters weakly as though in immediate danger of death. She waves a hand to dismiss the shield of compressed air above her head. "Zoya, this isn't the best method of..." She trails off, dumbstruck. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: *I* didn't do anything. They... ::shakes head and takes a deep breath:: * Jaret gets out of Tyl's way. Or line of fire. <Zoya> ::glances up as Tyl enters, and follows Jaret's example:: Yes, I know, Tyl, but I thought you'd want the news quickly. * Jelarthna turns swiftly to the sound of Tyl's voice, then rushes over and wraps his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, Tyl. I've missed you." His breath catches and he falls silent. * Lisl rescues her goblet and shifts over a few stools to... ah... give the happy couple room. Yes, that's right. * Nacheyla eyes the headmistress and quickly gets out a glass, some ice, and a bottle of rum. She fills the glass and puts it aside, leaving the bottle on the bartop. <Tyl> Oh. ::she barely moves, hardly even breathing. The paper bird falls from her hand to flap miserably around on the floor in a puddle:: <Jelarthna> ::softly:: Are you okay? Has everything been alright? ::blinks hard and brushes at his eyes:: * Zoya eyes the imminent explosion, and ducks in quickly to rescue her bird. * Tyl disentangles herself from her husband and moves over to the bar. With practiced ease, she hefts the rum-bottle and drains several large swallows. She sets the bottle down, puts both hands on the bar and breathes deeply for a long, silent moment. "I see. You're home." <Jelarthna> ::grimaces and follows Tyl to the bar, then nods slowly in answer:: Finally. <Tyl> ::very, very quietly:: Where have you been? <Jelarthna> ::long pause:: Imprisoned. Harassed. Nearly ki... ::shakes his head:: I shouldn't... I really... ::trails off again and takes a deep breath:: I'm sorry. <Zoya> ::under her breath:: Oh. *Those* elves. * Jelarthna nods quickly, not taking his eyes from Tyl. * Lisl glances away from the drama she's watching sidelong around her mug to raise an eyebrow at Zoya. <Tyl> I see. ::she blinks several times:: * Zoya shrugs one shoulder in Lisl's direction, not pretending to watch anything but Jel and Tyl. <Jelarthna> it's.. a long story. For a long time, there were these things called Neogi. ::shudders:: They caught me asleep, and they have... a lot of experience holding onto people. <Tyl> ::nods again slowly:: I'm sure it is. <Jelarthna> ::sighs:: And then the "rescue" by the elves... <Zoya> ::pales:: You- Sweet merciful gods, Jel... ::she's still muttering, not expecting Jel to pay attention to anyone but Tyl:: Nacheyla, I need another drink, here. <Jelarthna> ::gently:: Tyl? * Nacheyla nods and pours Zoya another ale. The taps seem to have given up on their mischievious antics for the time being. <Tyl> ::not looking at him:: Are you hurt, then? Zoya's ship? <Jelarthna> I'm... mostly healed, now. Zoya's ship is functional again.. <Tyl> That's good. ::she takes the bottle of rum and downs a third of the remainder:: * Jelarthna gulps down his meade and silently passes the mug to Nacheyla for a refill. * Nacheyla nods and refills the mug, her eyes sympathetic. * Jelarthna takes several swallows from the fresh mug and alternates between looking at it and Tyl. <Tyl> So. ::she pauses:: Welcome home. <Jelarthna> ... thank you. <Tyl> ::her hand shakes slightly as she sets the bottle down:: Are you... ::her voice breaks:: * Jelarthna sighs and puts his palms to his eyes for a few moments. <Lisl> ::muttering softly into her mug:: Hells, I'll fetch 'er the collar m'self... <Jelarthna> ::looks quickly at Tyl, eyes watering:: Oh Tyl... I didn't think I would see you again. But I couldn't not... <Tyl> ::swallows:: Are you staying? ::her voice breaks in the middle again and the last syllable comes out strained and hoarse:: * Jelarthna nods quickly. <Jelarthna> I don't... ::chokes up, shaking his head:: I think my wanderlust died when I didn't. <Jelarthna> I just want... I just want to stay with you. <Jelarthna> ::softly:: Maybe I could help you. With the school, somehow. <Lini> ::The door opens quietly and a cloaked figure quickly enters, shaking the rain from her clothes:: <Tyl> I... ::she swallows again:: Your things. Jaques will have to get them. * Lini quietly hangs her cloak over a chair and walks over to a familiar figure at the bar. <Jelarthna> ::barks out a quick laugh:: Things? I don't even remember having any things. * Nacheyla looks up. "Good evening. Get you something?" Her voice is hushed as she tries not to interrupt the conversation (of sorts) going on at the bar. <Tyl> ::shrugs with one shoulder:: Some. I. Packed them away. ::shudders very slightly:: * Lini places her hand on Jaret's shoulder. "I thought I might find you here when you weren't at the house." * Lisl's mouth drops open. <Zoya> ::shudders at the tone in Jelarthna's voice and takes several quick swallows from her ale. She nearly chokes on it as she notices Lini. * Jaret does drop his brandy snifter this time, and doesn't catch it. It hits the floor and shatters into a thousand pieces. <Jelarthna> I've been so focused on getting back to you... ::shakes his head again:: It doesn't... ::stops again:: Thank you. For holding on to some of it. <Jaret> You... ::he pulls Lini into a fierce embrace:: * Nacheyla winces, then sighs and goes to fetch a broom. <Jelarthna> ::touches Tyl's shoulder lightly:: I'm so sorry. <Tyl> I know you are. ::for the first time, she turns to look up at him, her violet eyes full of tears:: I just... don't know how I feel right now. * Lisl sets her glass of wine on the bar with extreme care. "Nach. 'Kick. Full mug, please, before anyone else walks through that door." <Nacheyla> ::hands Lisl the broom:: Fine, you sweep, I'll pour. * Jaret holds Lini out from him, and looks her up and down. "Are you all right? What happened? Where have you been? Is it his fault? I swear, say it is, and I'll take care of it." <Jelarthna> ::nods:: I can... ::looks away struggles a moment:: I can stay away for a while. If you want. Just somewhere in town. Not far. In case you want... anything. <Lisl> If it'll get me a drink, I'll-- ::pauses as she remembers who she's talking to:: Never mind. ::takes the broom and edges closer to Jaret, trying to sweep without getting in the way:: * Zoya glances at the door almost nervously. Finally, she says lightly, "Will it be Jean-Pierre, next, or Marten, do you think?" * Lini looks at Jaret oddly. "What are you talking about?" <Lisl> ::gives Zoya a Look:: Odds on Marten. Jean-Pierre was... resolved. <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl, somewhat shakily:: <Tyl> No. No, I didn't mean that. Please. It is only sudden and I had... adjusted. Or I thought I had. ::she laughs, a forced, hurt sound:: <Jaret> These past two years. Where have you been? I've looked *everywhere*. I had your aunt scry for you -- and let me tell you, that took some fast-talking. A lot of it. And she couldn't find you. Thought it might be your innate resistances or location or something. Everywhere. * Jelarthna laughs in response as tears start running down his cheeks. Wordlessly, he puts his arms around Tyl again. <Lisl> ::mutters:: Or she took off the damn pendant... ::sweeps the shattered glass into a neat pile and goes to fetch the dustpan:: * Nacheyla fills a very nervous stone mug with Xarroch's 'kick and sets it gingerly on the bar. "Here you are, Lisl. I don't guarantee it. He said something about honey, last time he was making it." * Lini shakes her head and looks confused. "You must have spent too much time in the sun this morning love. I've only been away for two months. A bit longer than I had planned I grant you but certainly not enough that you need to exaggerate so." * Jaret stares at Lini. He reaches out and taps Lisl gently on the shoulder. "Lisl. Kindly tell your cousin what month and year it is." * Tyl leans against her husband, his tears wetting her black hair - significantly longer than it was the last time he saw her, and threaded with strands of pure white. <Lisl> ::nearly jumps as Jaret taps her shoulder-- she does, in fact, step back onto the pile of glass, but doesn't seem to notice:: Lini... it's Elasias the 30th, of the year 1404, Harptosian reckoning. We've not seen hide nor hair of you for... ::glances at Jaret:: Nearly two years? * Zoya watches the two couples, and finishes off her ale. "If Glossaria was messing around with those prognostication spells again, I am going to turn her *back* into a worm..." * Jelarthna hugs Tyl to him harder and strokes her hair, muttering softly, "I'm sorry, I missed you so much" <Lisl> Hells. Nach, where-- ah, you're a goddess. ::grins and toasts Nach with her mug before taking a hefty swallow, closing her eyes as go briefly yellow:: <Nacheyla> Um... ::she laughs:: Well, yes. <Tyl> ::looks up at her husband and laughs again, her voice sounding much more natural, although still filled with emotion:: Don't worry. I'll kill you later. <Lisl> ::blinks at Nach a moment, nonplussed, and then grins sheepishly:: Oh. Yes. <Lini> I know I stayed away without contact for too long and I should have written, but really, Cousin, this is not funny. It is a dank wet autumn day, just as it should be in Marpenoth. ::turning to look from Lisl to Jaret:: You've had your fun, now would someone get me a drink? * Nacheyla nods. "Certainly... what would you like?" <Jelarthna> ::smiles weakly:: As long as it's *you*. <Jaret> Nacheyla, tell her what month and year it is. *Some*body tell her what month and year it is! * Lini smiles. "Wine will be fine." <Tyl> ::pats her arms:: Last time I checked, I've been me for quite a while. <Jaret> Since I've seen you last my father has visited and gone, I've been literally to the Abyss and back, Bai's left and become god of all humans on his world, orcs have invaded Marsember, and I've had to replace my house's roof *twice*!" * Nacheyla pours Lini a glass of wine. "Here you are." * Zoya rustles in her sleeve and pulls out the most recent edition of the Marsember Herald. She passes it wordlessly to Jaret. <Lisl> ::takes another hefty swallow and looks at Jaret again over the rim of her mug:: You're right. It's him again, must be. Lini, I swear to you by the blood we share that you've been gone nearly two years. A month to you, perhaps, but-- hells, where *have* you been? <Jelarthna> ::laughs and wipes his eyes:: Thank the gods. * Lini laughs out loud. "Now I know you've gone mad. Bai a god..." <Tyl> ::very quietly:: Actually, in comparison to them picking Yb, I thought Bai was a reasonable choice. Sort of. <Jaret> If I've gone mad, I've taken the whole world with me, and somehow left only you behind. * Lisl mutters something softly under her breath and takes another drink. <Lini> ::Sounding slightly more annoyed:: I have been in Waterdeep. Which is exactly where I told you I would be. * Jaret sets the copy of the Marsember Herald on the bar in front of Lini. "The Marsember Herald, Elasias 29th. It's yesterday's edition." * Jelarthna takes a deep breath and visibly relaxes as he drains his mug again. <Jaret> I've been to Waterdeep! Lisl and I hied out there last winter on a wild goose chase, only to come up empty-handed. I looked. For months. * Lini stares at the paper for a long minute then turns to Jaret. "Two years ..." <Jaret> Two years, as I said. As I promise. <Lini> It's not possible. I just left Waterdeep a few weeks ago... It was still the height of summer?! <Tyl> ::turns to look at Jelarthna:: So. Did you bring me a present? <Lisl> ::wryly:: Looks like you took the long way, then. <Jaret> It can't be possible, but somehow it's happened. * Lini grins an annoyed grin and smacks Lisl on the side of her head. " You are NOT helping." <Lisl> ::snorts:: Since when have I helped, cousin? It's my job not to help. * Zoya goes to drain her mug, and realizes it's already empty. "I think I'm going to go home, now. Before anyone else comes through the door." <Lini> You make a good point. * Bluestar kicks the door in, the air around him warping and twisting. Three sort of startled students are behind him. * Jelarthna smiles. With twinkling eyes, he pulls out a battered looking leather pouch. He opens it gently and holds up Tyl's hand, then lets a *very* large, very sparkly stone tumble into her palm. It's a pure, flawless diamond about the size of his fist. <Bluestar> Oh. It's you. <Tyl> ::attempts to close her hand around the gem:: This'll d-- Jalavier! ::she nearly drops the diamond:: <Jelarthna> ::looks up and gives Bluestar a neutral look:: And you. * Lisl takes another swallow of 'kick and frowns slightly, putting her mug down and balancing on one foot to inspect the bottom of the other. "Oh. Hells. I *like* these boots." She sits, and grits her teeth as she starts yanking glass out of the bottom of her foot. She's on her (injured) foot again in an instant as the door kicks in, Claws out. <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: And it's actually *good* to see you. * Nacheyla reaches out and "borrows" Lisl's mug of 'kick. She takes a long swallow and crosses her eyes. "Gods above, that's foul. I needed it. But it's vile." <Zoya> ::freezes as the door opens, her eyes a little wild. She pauses as she recognizes Bluestar, then closes her eyes and moves her lips in silent prayer:: <Bluestar> Students, back to the school. I feel a very long essay topic coming on. <Lisl> Hells, Bluestar, take another ten years off my life, why don't you? ::sits back down grumpily:: * Tyl groans and buries her face in one hand, the other still clenching the diamond - old habits die hard, you know! <Bluestar> ::the students look at each other, and one of them manages to duplicate Tyl's trick of condensing the air over their heads. All are clad in nightclothes. They exit down the alley, heading back to the school. <Zoya> ::takes a long, slow breath, and lets it out:: I'm leaving now. ::glances at Jel:: When she lets you up for air, in a month or so, come and see me at the Tower. We'll... talk. * Jaret looks at the door, back to Lini. "It's been... a night." * Lini turns to Jaret and grins. "Are you sure its been two years. It doesn't seem to have changed much around here? * Nacheyla hiccups. <Jelarthna> ::nods to Zoya:: I'll tell you about.. most of it. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I'd walk you home, Zoya, but this will take awhile, I think. ::grimaces:: <Jaret> Oh, yes, I'm sure. <Zoya> ::nods:: I can probably guess... well, too much, anyhow. ::She waves briefly to the others, and stamps out into the night, looking neither right nor left, still muttering under her breath.:: * Bluestar looks at the couples and others in the Hall, and lets out a breath. "I assume I'll get caught up on this whether I want to or not?" <Jelarthna> ::looks around in surprise:: Lini?? <Tyl> ::nods to herself:: He's... going to kick my arse square. <Lini> ::nodding at Jelarthna:: Yes...what? * Jelarthna laughs. <Lisl> ::points at Jelarthna:: He just got home. Two and a half years roaming about. ::points at Lini:: Her, too. Almost two years. But she seems to think she's been gone for naught but a month. It's been... a night. * Jelarthna laughs some more. * Tyl waves a hand at Bluestar. "Sorry. I'll... see you tomorrow. Or the day after." She considers it. "How about Friday?" * Jelarthna manages to stop himself as his laughing starts to sound a bit too manic. * Jelarthna take several deep breaths <Lini> Two months Cousin, I was gone two months.. you'd think if you hadn't seen family for almost two full moons you'd remember... <Jelarthna> ::stifling chuckles:: It's nice to see you again, too. <Bluestar> Thursday, Most Favored Student. My office. Bring the hyena if you want. I don't expect to see you at the Academy before then. Am I clear? <Tyl> ::her mouth twitches:: Yes, sir. <Bluestar> Excellent. Try to not get lost going home with him. ::he turns and stalks back down the alley. The rain knows better than to fall on him, or something:: <Lini> ::to Jelarthna:: Sorry, but I did see you a few months back. <Lisl> ::waves a hand at Lini:: They would. Me... well, depends. Memory starts to go, at my age. Not as bad as yours, though, it seems. <Lisl> ::glances over as Bluestar makes his exit:: When did *he* become headmaster? * Tyl watches her teacher leave, then laughs, sounding actually happy for the first time all evening. She laughs until she is bent over, gasping. * Jaret runs a hand across Lini's back. "I... we should be getting home." * Jelarthna grins at Lisl, changing to a wide, happy smile at Tyl's laughter. <Lisl> Home. Aye, there's a thought. ::grits her teeth again and yanks the last two pieces out of her foot, putting weight on it experimentally and listening for crunching sounds:: <Lini> My memory is just fine cousin and yours should be too, you aren't THAT old after all. {in Drow - "perhaps if you didn't count your age in dog years you wouldn't feel so old.} ::SMILE:: * Tyl manages to compose herself. "I was... retiring. He's been slowly taking over duties to prepare." <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of 'kick and bares her teeth back at Lini, responding in heavily-accented Drow:: {And they call *me* a bitch.} <Tyl> ::turns to Jelarthna:: You have exquisite timing, husband. Another three weeks and Zoya and I would have been gone. She was almost done with the new ship. <Jelarthna> ::blinks:: Something else to be thankful for, then. * Lisl sweeps the pile of bloodied shards together with the rest of the glass and scoops it up with the dustpan, offering its contents to Nach. "D'you want to hold funeral rites, or should I just dump it?" * Lini takes a step back from Lisl. "Temper, temper...i was just playing". She turns to Jaret. "Did you say something about going home? It would be wonderful to sleep in a familiar bed for a change." * Nacheyla takes the pan. "I'll just dump it. The snifters aren't usually aware." <Jaret> Ladies, ladies... and, yes, I did. Although I've had to replace most of the furniture. I was out of town when the orcs invaded, and I think the house was used as some kind of sty in my absence. I've cleaned it well, but all of the furniture was flinders. <Lisl> Sorry, no harm, no foul. Just... the smile comes a bit strained, t'night. ::squints at her mug:: I think this stuff's even stronger than the last batch. ::offers Nach the last couple of swallows:: <Tyl> ::looks pointedly at Jelarthna:: Bed. That has a nice, pleasant sound to it. * Nacheyla takes the mug. "I don't know what he does up there, I really don't. Not even sure I *want* to know." She drains the last few swallows. <Lisl> Prob'ly better that way. ::belches, closing her mouth quickly as a tongue of pale blue flame escapes her lips:: <Jelarthna> ::grins widely:: Yes. Yes, it does. * Tyl takes her husband's arm. "Home's that way. In case you forgot." She points. <Lini> ::smiling at Jaret:: No matter, its not the mattress that makes the bed familiar anyway. <Jelarthna> ::seems to stands taller than he has all night, and an old but familiar spring returns to his step as he walks to the door with his wife:: Good night, everyone! ::he waves, but his eyes stay fixed on Tyl:: It good to be home. ::puts his hand on Tyl's:: And I think I can remember where the house is... <Lisl> Night, Jel. Don't be a stranger, hey? <Tyl> ::pauses on her way out to stick her tongue out at Lisl:: Not for a few days, you don't, Lisl. * Jelarthna laughs. * Tyl exits the Hall on Jelarthna's arm. * Jaret puts Lini's cloak around her shoulders, and begrudgingly puts his own sodden wrap around his own. "Truly spoken." He takes Lini's arm, and they leave the Hall. "Good night, everyone!" <Lisl> Don't... wha' I do? * Nacheyla hiccups again. "How... d'y drink tha' stuff?" <Lisl> ::squints at Nach:: Acquired... something. Taste. Or lack, maybe. <Lisl> ::laughs:: Nach... yer hammered. <Nacheyla> ::considers it:: Yiss. <Nacheyla> ::eyes Lisl owlishly:: <Lisl> C'mon. Walk ya home. Least I'm... sorta used to it. Damn, that stuff's strong. Tell Sha... Tell Xa... tell your consort, no honey next time, hey? <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: Sure. ::she waves a hand at the bar:: Clean y'self up t'nite. <Lisl> Ha! Tha's cheating. Rhys uses a lert, at least. <Nacheyla> ::the mugs exhibit a small amount of sulkiness, but manage to bustle themselves off to the kitchen:: * Lisl offers Nach a shoulder. Or perhaps a mutual leaning pact. * Nacheyla leans on Lisl as they exit the Hall. |
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