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* Nacheyla comes in and lights the candles. She pokes the fire into liveliness and tosses a small bag into it. The bag smolders for a moment, then releases its contents in colored flames and rich spicy scents. "Hall's Open." * Kevil enters, immaculately dressed as always, but looking perhaps somewhat... frayed around the edges. He looks around the room almost desperately as he crosses the floor, then sinks onto a barstool with something like relief. <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: Good evening, Kevil. Get you something? <Kevil> Most kind, most beautiful Lady, I implore you: bless our humble home with your presence and *do something* about our guests! * Felice walks in, her winter coat in it's typical Siamese pattern and waves cheerfully to Nach and Kevil, "Hi!" <Nacheyla> ::the other eyebrow goes up to match the first:: What, exactly, would you like me to do, Kevil? * Jaret strolls in, wearing a dark purple velvet collared jacket over a white ruffled shirt, dark purple breeches, and high, soft boots. His sword is at its usual place at his side, and he places his plumed hat on a peg as he enters. "Good evening, ladies and gentleman." * Felice approaches the bar and hops up onto a stool, her chin resting on her knees as she watches Kevil and Nach, her tail waving lazily. * Felice turns, a smile on her face and waves enthusiastically at Jaret, "Hello Jaret!" <Nacheyla> Evening, Felice. Cream? Salmon? ::smiles:: Good evening, Jaret. Wine? * Lisl drags in, her eyes looking a trifle redder than usual. "Thank Aerdrie... drink, Nach, strong drink. A mug of 'kick if y--" She pauses to sneeze. "--sorry. If you will." <Jaret> Please. <Kevil> Suggest to Lady Myralynn that she is not, in fact, the final authority on our children's disciplinary matters? Explain to Mistress Wynnia that if she wishes her meals prepared in such a precise fashion, she might cook them herself? Or at *least* make them stop badgering Diya? <Jaret> Good evening, Felice. Have you been well? * Felice turns to Nach, her eyes round, "Cream... And Salmon?" Bounces on her stool, "Please, please, please, please, please, please!" * Nacheyla rummages around under the bar and brings out a bottle. "I think, Jaret, that you might like this." She displays the bottle to Jaret. "A 1289. Dry, with an oaky aftertaste." <Nacheyla> ::puts the bottle down on the bar next to a glass, then goes into the kitchen to get Felice's food and drink:: * Felice turns back to Jaret, "Oh yeah! I found some bugs to play with, and some buried ruins, and a pack of bandits, and even had a bird for lunch!" <Lisl> ::blowing her nose and going to sit by Kevil:: Kevil! Good seeing. I'll sit here tonight. We can commiserate. * Felice suddenly frowns, "I'd have brought you a feather for your hat, but I don't think you would have wanted it." <Jaret> You always find the nicest things, Lady. Thank you. ::he grips the cork and carefully wiggles it out of the neck of the bottle, then sets it aside:: Can't hurt to let it breathe for a little bit. Just a little, though. <Jaret> It's quite all right, Felice. Buried ruins? And bandits? Together, or separate? I've heard of the two co-locating, but it's not a requirement of one or the other. <Kevil> ::gives Lisl a nod:: Certainly. On what are we commiserating? * Felice thinks, her tongue sticking out slightly, "Umm... I'm not sure. I think the bandits where running from the bugs, but I can't remember if the bandits got chased into the ruins or out of the ruins." * Nacheyla returns with Felice's dinner and mug of cream. "Here you are." And how about something a little milder, Lisl? With that cold, I'd hate for you to sneeze at the wrong time and blow the bar up. Rhys would be livid. <Nacheyla> " <Lisl> Visiting relatives. Mother is here. <Jaret> ::overhearing:: Ah, the Lady Aldis! How delightful. Is she wintering with you, Lisl? <Kevil> Ah, I see... ::he smiles, weakly:: Would you like to trade? I believe Loria's mother and sister are planning to be in Marsember until... Ches, probably. If I can keep Diya from smothering them in their sleep. <Lisl> ::shakes her head at Nach:: Not a cold. I don't get colds. Just a bit of excess dust up my nose, I think. Mother's expanded her tyranny to the rest of the house. ::mutters:: Like El or Lini would just drop by and care about a little dust... <Lisl> Aerdrie, I hope not, Jaret. No, if all goes well, she's just here for a few weeks' visit. My turn to host Moonfeast this year... thank all the gods I'm not getting the whole extended family. ::gives Kevil a sympathetic glance:: <Lisl> What you need, Kevil, is a mother-in-law cottage. ::grins:: * Nacheyla sets mode: +oo Felice Jaret * Felice bounces, "Michelle has one!" * Jaret has let the bottle breathe all he can, and he pours a glass of the vintage and carefully tastes it. "You are quite correct, Lady Nacheyla. A delightful year." <Nacheyla> I'm glad you like it. * Felice starts in on her salmon, her ears swiveling to follow the conversation. <Nacheyla> ::turns to Kevil:: I'll... stop by. If you like. Should I make a big deal out of it? Ceremonial robes and all, or will just a word in Myralynn's ear do? <Lisl> Ha. Just a word to the sister should do... ::looks embarrassed:: She made enough of a fuss over just *me*. Oh-- speaking of fussing, how's Chey? Did your, um, thing work? <Kevil> ::grimaces at Lisl, then bows with effusive gratitude toward Nacheyla:: Thank you, Blessed Lady. ... Whatever you think would actually *work*... It's this, or I'll have to take Diya back to Alanis for the next few months, which I believe might cause Loria some discomfort. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: He's much improved, thank you. <Lisl> ::nods and lets out a breath of relief:: Good. Glad it worked. Would he be up to a visitor? <Kevil> Was your son unwell? I am terribly sorry to hear so... ::Kevil seems to have perked up considerably at the promise of rescue:: <Nacheyla> ::makes a face:: There are some difficulties in raising a lifeform that's never existed before. ::she grins:: But Lisl helped me make a cure. <Kevil> Indeed? ::he grins at Lisl:: If you will not take offense, I might suggest that you seem an unlikely alchemist, Huntress. <Lisl> ::snorts:: I wasn't the alchemist, I was the lab rat. <Jaret> Oh, I hadn't even heard he was ill. Still, I am gladdened to hear he is well again. He's been a right little scamp, the few times I've seen him about. <Kevil> ::grins a little wider:: Did you squeak convincingly? <Lisl> I said "ow." Does that count? <Kevil> If it was sufficient for Lady Imp, I have no doubt it is sufficient for me as well. <Nacheyla> Let's just say she was a very good specimen. * Lisl sticks her tongue out at Nach. <Nacheyla> I could take another sample, if you like... in the interests of science and all... <Jaret> ::looking at Nacheyla, Jaret suddenly reddens:: Lady Nacheyla, has anyone-- ::he clears his throat:: has anyone told you who visited the Meade Hall some six weeks or so ago? <Lisl> ::glances over:: I told her about it, Jaret. Some, anyway. <Nacheyla> A very little bit. ::her voice is mildly frosty:: Pray, continue to enlighten me. <Lisl> ::rolls her eyes a little and mutters:: I *told* you she started it... * Jaret looks almost like a schoolboy in trouble as he pushes his wine glass around the bar by its base. "She came in... got a glass of water, spat in it, and threw it in my face. Said she was the elven ambassador's granddaughter, and she wanted a duel to avenge an insult I'd done him. I didn't even know who she was until well afterwards." <Nacheyla> ::gives Lisl a slightly nasty look:: You tell me she started it - *after* you ask me for experimental magical equipment in order to assist Jaret in *killing* a descendant I didn't even know I still *had*. <Jaret> ::quietly:: It doesn't *necessarily* have to be a duel to the death. I'd rather it wasn't. Even if she wasn't a descendant of yours. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: I asked if you had a spell component for a very involved elixir that would extend Jaret's life. What he does with that life is entirely up to him. And I did everything in my power to inform you as soon as it happened. Bad timing that Chey had fallen sick at the same time. <Lisl> She seemed pretty keen to dance on your grave, Jaret, no matter *your* preference in the matter. * Nacheyla sighs. * Kevil reaches for his drink and realizes he doesn't have one. After a quick glance between Nacheyla, Lisl, and Jaret, he decides he's really not that thirsty. <Jaret> There was a certain amount of loathing evident, I grant you. Perhaps time will dull her bloodthirst. I don't know how experiences she is, either. Perhaps when the time comes, quarter will be a more palatable option than it is now. <Lisl> ::snorts:: She knew *about* you, Jaret, but she certainly didn't *know* you. I doubt she had any inkling of just how determined you get when honor is at stake. ::a glimmer of gold in her eyes:: I'm sure she fully expects to humiliate and then murder a toothless old man fifty years from now. <Lisl> ::glances at Nach a touch guiltily:: ...which is why I goaded her into challenging *me* afterward. * Nacheyla opens her mouth to say something then shuts it again. She wordlessly pours Lisl a mug of 'kick and then a mug of meade for Kevil. "Good night." She turns and walks into the kitchen. <Kevil> ::blinks:: Lady, wait! Please! <Lisl> ::blinks:: Nach? <Jaret> Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Such overconfidence attracts the ears of the-- ::Nacheyla leaves:: Or perhaps not. * Kevil hesitates a moment, then slides off his stool and ventures - not without trepidation - into the kitchen. "Lady?" <Lisl> ::sighs and pushes her mug carefully to one side so she can thump her head against the bar a few times:: <Lisl> ::head on the counter, turning to one side to look at Jaret:: Why do I feel like I'd rather she'd've zotted me with lightning? * Nacheyla pauses in the act of unzipping a portal to Xarroch's home. "What?" <Jaret> Because it's not over yet, Lisl. If you'd been zotted, all that'd be left is the healing. <Kevil> ::glances nervously at the... things... he can see through the not-quite-open portal, then looks determinedly back at Nacheyla's face:: They do not wish to hurt you, Lady. You know this. They would be overjoyed if a solution to this dilemma could be found. <Nacheyla> ::grinds her teeth:: Do you not see that I *cannot* get involved? To make the choice between my Child and my friends? I don't see that as a good idea. <Aeryn> ::There's the sound of footsteps from outside and a half-elf stops just outside the door to look in:: Good evening... ::Dressed in his usual dusty black, he looks tired:: <Lisl> ::nose twitching a little, lifting her head from the countertop:: I know that s--voice. <Jaret> Aeryn! It's been a while. Sit! ::he looks around, reaches over and coaxes a wine glass off the rack with the tips of his fingers:: Care for some wine? It's a wonderful year. * Aeryn steps inside, looking around. "I've been gone for a while, but I'd hope not quite that long." he says to Lisl, moving to take a seat at the bar. Sitting heavily, he nods to Jaret. "And a welcome one it would be..." <Kevil> ::seriously:: A choice? No. But if you could convince the Child to withdraw the challenge, there would be no need for such a terrible choice. * Jaret pours Aeryn a glass of wine and slides it over to him. * Felice finishes her salmon and sighs contentedly, "That was good." <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: And if I can't? <Aeryn> ::reaches for the glass carefully:: Have things changed much here? ::the glass pops out a pair of legs and skitters to his hand:: Uh... <Kevil> Then, if you must, you wash your hands of the affair, knowing you have done your utmost... Surely, Lady, you could not stand by these fifty years, watching, and knowing what will occur? <Aeryn> ...I guess not. ::he smiles, then takes a delicate sip from the glass:: Very good, Jaret, and my thanks for recommending it. Even if it's probably wasted on my palate... <Lisl> Well, it's been... ::pauses to think a few moments:: since just after Midwinter, hasn't it? Let's see... plot against the Hall-- all taken care of, now, mostly-- Loria's pregnant, Gloss is pregnant, arguments between friends, glasses still move... no, no huge changes. Hunting's been pretty good, this autumn. <Jaret> Well... if you wanted, you could be served slop for a few years, so you'd appreciate quality when you tasted it, but this way is much more enjoyable. <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: Kevil... I did not *know* she existed. She doesn't... she doesn't know about me. Or Me. Or us. Whatever you want to call it. <Aeryn> Plot against the Hall? ::he smirks slightly:: Who ended up regretting that? ::to Jaret:: Thank you, I believe I'll stick with this method. <Lisl> ::snorts:: Not as many as should have. Mostly us. Never did catch the head weasels... ::looks briefly speculative:: <Lisl> Oh, and Tarri's started her own practice, now. :rubs her chin and thinks:: Haven't seen anything of Meghan... she went back to her homeland with the child, didn't she? <Kevil> Fifty years, Lady, should be enough time to correct the deficit in her knowledge, d'va? Why flee this challenge when you have stood fast before so many which have been greater? <Jaret> She did, but she came back, a few months ago. We all went out and got some ice cream. I think she's back at the orphanage. * Aeryn shakes his head. "It sounds like I did miss a fair amount, then--and I shall definitely have to visit both Tarri and Loria, if congratulations are due. ::he nods to the detail about Meghan:: Summer? <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: I don't think you grasp the situation, Kevil. I can't *find* her. <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrows:: Oh, did she? ::glances towards the kitchen door, distracted, muttering under her breath:: Hells, Kevil, you'd best not be making tea in there... <Jaret> ::shaking his head:: I'm sorry, Aeryn, I haven't seen her lately. <Kevil> ::folds his arms across his chest stubbornly:: It only took Zoya and Darin and I a matter of years to find the illithid who killed Zoya's master, and he had all of space to hide in. <Aeryn> ::small frown:: Ah well. It was a bit much to hope, me gone perhaps six months longer than I had thought... <Aeryn> ::as an afterthought, he unslings his long sword from his back to lean it against the bar:: <Aeryn> There's still little bands of orcs littered throughout the area around Arabel, so they needed the scout groups more than others. <Lisl> ::frowns in thought:: She'd gone touring, I thought? With a band of gypsies, or some-such? Takes them longer than that to return to a place, sometimes. <Jaret> Ah, so you've been on travel to that city? Did you see the vineyards? I've never had the time to make a thorough visit. <Aeryn> Vineyards? ::he blinks at Jaret:: Unfortunately, no. It never crossed my mind to actually look for them, though. <Nacheyla> And, as I recall from your stories, your search ended with the *death* of your lover. Should I pack Cheylon up and drag him all over the globe to try and defuse an argument that Jaret *claims* he doesn't understand? <Lisl> ::tears her attention away from the kitchen door to raise her eyebrows at Jaret:: Truly? You've drunk enough of it to bathe in, and you've never been to see where it came from? Tsk, tsk. You must take a trip, Jaret. ::grins:: They'll be pressing the last of it soon, you know. <Jaret> Never fear! Now you've an excuse to do a pleasure visit to the region, instead of business. It's good you're back safe and sound. ' <Aeryn> ::grins at Jaret:: And quite glad to be so warmly welcome, average though I might be among the rest of the crowd here. Perhaps... ::he looks at the taps:: ...well, it is a shame I could not try some of the house meade. <Aeryn> It's been quite some time <Lisl> ::glances at the kitchen door again:: You sworn off alcohol, or just worried about the service? I can pitch in for a moment, if you need. <Aeryn> ::smiles:: Worried about the service would be closer--more particularly, if I would get what I requested. <Kevil> ::eyes flash angrily for an instant before he seems to recall - somewhat - with whom he speaks:: Darin counted his death worth the prize, Lady, even if Zoya and I would have disputed the point with him. ::he draws a breath:: I do not claim to understand your needs or your priorities, Lady. But if you will do nothing, to aid or to hinder, at least come and say so to Lord Malkier and to Lisl. I believe they will choose to remain your friends, even if you choose neutrality in this matter. * Kevil bows, elegantly but coolly, and returns to the common room. He sits again at the bar, and very deliberately picks up his mug to drink. <Lisl> Well, we can try. It's been awhile, they might go easy on you. * Aeryn looks at the colorful taps. In High Elven, he phrases a formal request, {Perhaps you would be so kind, just this once?} He turns to regard Kevil as the man enters and almost speaks before stopping at the man's very deliberate movements. * Lisl starts a little at Kevil's return, glancing at him but saying nothing. "So... how about that drink, Aeryn?" <Aeryn> If you would be so kind? * Kevil sets his drink down, and only then seems to notice Aeryn. He smiles warmly and claps him on the shoulder. "Sir Aeryn! It has been some time since we have been graced with your presence!" <Lisl> I can try. ::vaults lightly over the bar, gets down an empty mug, and regards the taps for a moment:: * Felice drinks her cream, oblivious to the tension around her. <Nacheyla> ::from the kitchen comes a very ominous crash:: <Aeryn> Good Bard Kevil! ::a warm smile in return:: I understand congratula- ::he breaks off to look at the kitchen:: congratulations are in order? * Lisl jumps again and glances at the kitchen, nearly dropping the poor mug, which grows hands to cling to her thumb. She very deliberately shrugs off her startlement and re-examines the taps. After a moment and puts the mug under a gold-handled tap. "Meade for Master Aeryn, if you will?" <Aeryn> {Please?} ::he adds in Elven:: * Kevil flinches violently, but then carefully straightens and looks back at Aeryn, slightly subdued. "Yes, indeed - or good wishes, at the least." He smiles a little weakly. "I fear Loria is bedridden, and her mother and sister have invaded our home to take over her care... If it is helpful to her, we endure it, d'va? Though I fear there is little goodwill between them and Diya." * Lisl fills the mug and sniffs it before sliding it down to Aeryn. "Well... smells like meade, anyway." * Lisl vaults back over the bar, not wanting to be found on the wrong side of it if Nach chooses to emerge from the kitchen in the mood she sounds like she's in. * Aeryn takes the mug gingerly and takes a sip. A broad smile appears on his face. "Ahh, that's a taste sorely missed in Arabel..." Nodding to Kevil, he raises an eyebrow at his last statement. "They do not like birds of prey, or is it your...more complex family matters?" <Kevil> ::laughs:: Delicately put, my friend - and I do believe that is the crux of the matter. At least, for them. As for Diya, he mislikes... being managed. * Aeryn glances at the kitchen again, then decides not to ask at all. "Thank you, Lady Lisl, for braving the mischance of the taps." <Lisl> Heh. You're the victim drinking it. <Aeryn> ::shrugs with a grin:: I could think of worse management...but as you say, if it is helpful to her... <Aeryn> And a very happy victim! * Jaret looks at the door to the kitchen and takes a breath. He stands and puts a few gold pieces on the counter, then carefully works the cork back into the bottle. "It's about that time, at least for me. Good night, everyone." <Kevil> ::nods:: I have some hope of convincing one of the two to return home until Loria is nearer her time - A hope I must cling to, else our child may find itself lacking in kin, d'va? ::he grins to show he's joking... mostly:: * Felice waves, "Night Jaret!" <Lisl> ::chewing on her lip:: Goodnight, Jaret. <Aeryn> Goodnight, Jaret--my thanks for the wine. ::shakes his head at Kevil:: Ah, so much fuss. Would it perhaps help for a guest wishing to bring a small gift to visit? * Jaret collects his hat from by the door, and leaves the Hall, heading for home. <Kevil> ::grins:: Loria is quite astonishingly bored - any guest, with or without gifts, are most welcome to her. <Lisl> ::glances at the kitchen door:: I'll just... pardon me, I'm just going to start cleaning up a bit, here. ::takes a hefty swallow of 'kick from her mug and *very* carefully returns the rest to its thermos, carrying her empty mug and Jaret's wine glass into the kitchen:: <Aeryn> And bedridden, who would blame her? I shall ensure to visit soon. Meantime... ::glances at the kitchen door too:: It is indeed time for me to retire as well. Perhaps another night? <Lisl> ::pushing the door open carefully, calling quietly ahead of her:: Nach? Nach, I'm just bringing in some dirty glasses... * Kevil looks around as Jaret makes his farewells, and is surprised by the hour. He manages to look both satisfied and nervous as Lisl moves toward the kitchen, and hastily finishes his drink. "Ah, but I should return to them... Yes, please, come by soon!" * Aeryn stands and picks up his long sword, fastening it on again. "Good night then, Lady Lisl, Masterbard Kevil, Felice." He gives a nod to each in turn. <Kevil> ::claps Aeryn on the shoulder again, bows (somewhat hastily) to Felice, and exits, muttering under his breath something about wives and gods:: * Aeryn strides out after Kevil. <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: Put them in the sink. ::she is hovering about two feet above the ground with her legs crossed amid a pile of broken dishes:: <Lisl> Well, that was quick... ::goes back to collect the rest of the dishes, leaving Felice her cream, and herding them all into the kitchen before her.:: <Lisl> Nach? Are you still here? ::enters the kitchen with some trepidation and looks around:: * Felice finishes her cream, then drops a translucent, blue-green, teardrop shaped stone on the bar. The stone is about an inch long. Felice then hops off her chair and exits the Hall, purring softly to herself. <Nacheyla> What do you want now, Lisl? <Lisl> ::winces a little as she hears Felice go:: It's just you and me n-- oh. Well, I wanted to clear the dirty dishes. And... I wanted to apologize for being my usual gung-ho self. ::looking a little ashamed:: <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: <Nacheyla> This is all very tiring, you know. <Lisl> Aye, well... it's not exactly a dust wallow for me, either. Tho'... quite honestly, it's been hard for me to think of her as one of your children. That is... I know she is, but... she seems to take after the paternal side, rather. <Nacheyla> And who's fault is that, exactly? Mine. <Lisl> ::opens her mouth to answer, and leaves it hanging open as Nach answers herself:: ...yours? But... not his? <Nacheyla> I... didn't go after him. I let him take my children. I let him go. <Lisl> ::blinks:: I... didn't think you were in any condition to go after him. Much less have any notion of where he'd gone. Weren't you injured, or out hunting vampires or somesuch when he ran out on you? <Nacheyla> Wraiths, actually, but yes. ::sighs:: Lisl, he took them. And then there was this lich in a nearby city... Lisl, I chose to not pursue him to continue my vengeance... and now everyone's "Oh, Nacheyla, my mother-in-law is driving my nuts, why don't you fix it?" "Oh, Nach, by the way, one of your grandchildren is being a jackass, why don't you have a talk with her?" <Lisl> ::hitches up a leg to half-sit on a piece of counter:: Well... I think in Kevil's case, he's just hoping for a miracle. But... ::softly:: That's why You made you, didn't you? To give you another chance at this "real life" thing? Be a mother, have a family, fall out with your friends... well, maybe not so much that last part. <Nacheyla> Isn't it a miracle that everyone seems to be hoping for. <Lisl> Often as not, yes. Tho' most people don't have a goddess so conveniently handy to deal with their in-laws. <Nacheyla> Well, it isn't very convenient for me. I should have set up shop in Kara Tur. ::laughs a trifle bitterly:: <Lisl> Maybe you should have. Or maybe, like many a mother before you, you have to learn when to cut the apron stings. Some people never do. ::sighs:: Not that I'd really want her to, and were I being *brutally* honest with myself, I'd admit that she only treats me like a child when I'm acting like one, but damn does she make me regress... <Nacheyla> ::looks at Lisl:: Right. You heard everyone. Hell, you said it yourself. "Go fix it, Nach." <Lisl> Not I. Far as I'm concerned, that chit's made her bed. All I want you to do is not to interfere, if Jaret makes her lie in it. ::sighs:: I didn't think about what I was asking... estranged or not, she's still your kin. Hells, this was easier when bloodprice was still legal... <Nacheyla> ::sighs:: That "chit" is still my descendant. Do you think it won't hurt me to just "let" Jaret run a sword through her heart? <Lisl> Which would be where my "not thinking" part comes in. <Nacheyla> *Kevil* wants me to pack up my son and go traipsing across the planet to find her and talk her out of it. <Lisl> ::considers:: Well... I imagine you'd want to find her, regardless. Tho' you can be pretty certain of where she'll be in about fifty years... she seemed in an awful hurry to take off after she issued her little challenge-bait. ::frowns:: It still feels like there's more to this than a little insult over bringing a drow to a party. *My cousin,* I should add. <Nacheyla> ::shrugs:: Don't ask me to explain it. I don't particularly like your cousin, but she doesn't make herself particularly likeable... <Nacheyla> But I don't think it was that great an insult. <Lisl> No. Sometimes I don't particularly like her, either. But she's family. If someone wanted to run her through, I'd probably get fairly ticked at them, myself. Of course, if she'd called them out, I'd probably say she'd asked for whatever she got. Heh... Mother has always been very... School of Hard Knocks, with me. She knew she wasn't likely to talk me out of my stupidities, so she'd let me learn for myself. <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: Not likely to do much other than scar you, though, is it? <Lisl> ::shrugs:: Depended, really, on what I had my head set against. And I wasn't born so tough... there were a few times-- well, fortune favors fools, let's leave it at that. And I was a big one. Still am, on occasion. ::glances at Nach:: <Nacheyla> You're not the only one. <Nacheyla> Lisl ::holds up a hand:: I'm not thinking very clearly right now. I'd like to go home. If it's all right? Think about this for a while. <Lisl> Of course. <Lisl> I'll lock up, I still know where the key is. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Thanks. <Lisl> Just... ::sighs:: Nach, I'm sorry. * Nacheyla turns to the not-quite-finished tear. "Yeah. So am I." <Nacheyla> ::she steps through:: * Lisl finishes helping the dishes scrub their backs and dries her hands. Out in the main room, she puts the money in the lock box, extinguishes the lights, and banks the fire before leaving. |
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